Und in diesem Moment befand ich mich als diese Geschichte ihren Anfang nahm. Die allermeisten Sklaven werden in ?ffentlichen Auktionen gehandelt, das ...st Tradition und so will es auch das Gesetz. Die einzige Alternative ist der Privatverkauf von Herr zu Herr. Nat?rlich gibt es immer Leute gibt die auf den Auktionen auf einen kr?ftigen Jungen oder ein h?bsches M?dchen bieten nur in der Hoffnung es gewinnbringend weiterverkaufen zu k?nnen, aber der Gewerblicher Handel im gro?en Stil ist verboten.. She was a very petit redhead back then, 5’ 3” 100 lbs soaking wet. Three years later the only thing that had changed was she was now an exotic dancer, few tattoos, and piercings one being on her hood. When I called her department she instantly recognized my voice and began to text me outside of work. She began to drop hints that she wanted me to come see her dance, and possibly more.I was in her part of town working for two weeks just talking back and forth unable to get away from work to see. "You have my number, at least you do now," he said with a click.If Blevins sent me a warning, I had better pay attention. He was my friend, but first of all Blevins was a cop with a cop's instincts. "Sylvia take Sean home will you?" I asked."Sure," She didn't even question why she wasn't taking Jerrod and Lydia as well."So Lydia lets talk," I said after they had gone. There was a definite change in her demeanor after I said it. "If you don't want to talk to me, I can dig it. I can try to keep. The mere absence of endorphins flooding my body sent me into orgasm withdrawal the emptiness filled only with jagged sobs. I kept pleading for forgiveness, but I couldn't form the words, I was terrified I would never recover, that I had become brain damaged and broken, a defective sissy. I wondered if she was leading me to the incinerator or the slaughterhouse...I prayed for either...anything that would bring an end to the pain. But most of all, I prayed for forgiveness...I doubt she heard me..