“Do slaves actually like sleeping in here?” I ask. My mind is having difficulty in accepting that anyone would volunteer to sleep in these conditi...ns for any length of time.“Oh, yes, Lady. The alternative is to sleep in the dungeon downstairs.”“Downstairs?” I query. “I thought this building was only one level.”“There’s an area downstairs which used to be a wine cellar. We now use it as the dungeon, Lady,” replies Brooke. “Any slave who displeases a Mistress or Lady, or fails to complete her. I write stories based on my true incident, existence, so it’s been one year to make it happen to write at another new story. Thanks for the those who comments on my stories and I request you all to keep messing and commenting on my stories and reach me on my Gmail (lovingdynu(attherate)gmail.com). The story which I am going share with all of you is short and sweet. It’s a sex between me and my sister’s friend who is married. I have a habit of taking numbers from my close mates like friends,. We left the classroom and went into his office which was a couple of doors down. he went in, i followed, then he closed the door behind us and locked it. did i do something wrong sir? i asked him all sheepish, biting my lip. sit down, he said and pointed to a chair in front of his desk. i sat down and looked up at him, i was pouting, playing the concerned, scared little girl. you are a bad, bad girl lara! he said looking down at me. oh no! i said and pouted some more, then he hushed me and set. "I don't know anybody to bring," I told Taylor. "Has your wife got any friends she might want to fix me up with?" Probably," Zeke said. "Alice works in a hospital. Maybe we could land you a nurse! But, hey, what about Juniper? ... Franklin's daughter? Weren't you and Juniper pretty thick there for awhile?" Yeah, but that's over." Oh. Too bad."If Zeke Taylor was privy to the rumors around the clubhouse about Juniper Jones and her bedroom gymnastics, he said nothing to show it."I think I might be.