Charles had looked around the house for itduring the day but couldn't find it. Obviously, Ken was holding onto it.The next day, Tuesday, proceeded in...much the same way. Ken went towork early, and Charles did all the cooking and housekeeping. He wastired already of the grind; that night, he asked Ken about getting amaid. Ken, however, didn't want any strangers in the house, giventhe unusual situation.At the bank, Charles was known now as the nephew who lived with Kensince Charles had no. “B-Bruce…!” “1, happy new year!” Both of them came at once as soon as that sentence came out, Bruce slammed his lips onto Kent’s and slipped his tongue down the other’s throat but it didn’t help muffle much of the pleasurable scream that left Kent as he cummed hard and felt himself being filled to the very brim as Bruce’s dick twitched and throbbed in him pumping out the hot thick milk-like liquid deep into his guts.Bruce pulled back still panting, his cheeks flushing red when he realized the. Every day he brings me magazines produced by your Club with titles like?Punished Slave Girls? and likes to show me all the photos. He makes me lookclosely at them all. As we look at the photos of young models in chains beingwhipped and tortured he delights in telling me that I will soon be featuring inphotos like these. I cry and sob a little when he tells me this, although Isecretly love looking at the girls in their various states of submission. I?vebegged him politely to help me get out of. My stepdad knew. I later found out that several others in the city knew too.Being the technical one in the family, I'm always working on the electronics. My step dad is a personal trainer, my mom's in fact, surprise surprise, and so whenever something breaks, it's just "Here, Zack. Fix it." And it was on one super fateful day that my mom's laptop stopped working properly and she gave it to. I started to work on it and, nervously searching through her files for nude photos I could steal and use.