.. I smiled, -It depends what you call a lot, to some, two is a lot... safe to say I knew other women intimately on a regular basis... not really a...fairs, more hook ups, some more than once or twice...-How many? She had a little glint in her eye.-I don't know, I said acting defensively, -Twenty? Forty? Somewhere in between?-Forty women? In five years? I opened my hands in supplication. -Probably not forty, nearer twenty.-And now?-Heh, I still get the odd shout!She leaned back in her. Jade’s heart skipped a beat. “W-what do you mean ... training?” she said suspiciously.“Your training to become a slave-slut, of course! That is the reason you are here, after all. You will need to be trained to become docile, submissive, and sexually pleasing to whoever ends up buying you!jade looked at him, not believing his words. She was going to be sold as a slave! A sex slave! He could see the shocked expression on her face.“You were told this was going to happen to you. Why do you still. Maybe he'd learned them just tonight while he watched the redhead take the dildo. Either way, Dean was thankful, at least, that he wouldn't be fucked dry.Easing his brother into a more accessible position—on elbows and knees with legs apart—Sam licked his lips and ran his index finger down the crack of Dean's ass. He stopped at his anus and teased it with a wiggle of his fingertip.Dean heard himself hum appreciatively. If he was honest, it didn't exactly feel [I]bad[/I]. Still, he was mortified. To her and her fucking brother the peeper.Beth watched her brother Al devour a very large bowl of breakfast cereal. He had grown up a lot while she was away at college. The stubble-covered jaw of a young man had replaced his formerly boyish smooth cheeks and his voice had dropped an octave. He was a handsome, younger version of their father, Albert, with a tiny touch of her Mom's genes thrown in. Images of him hiding behind the fence, masturbating at the sight of their naked neighbors, kept.