The concept of being forced into slavery is a hot fantasy, but it is the heartwhich makes the difference between true submission, which holds moresecu...ely than all the chains which have ever been forged, or merelygrudging service. I wanted full and knowing consent. I wanted to look intohis eyes and know that he knelt before me because he chose to. Because hewanted to give me that gift and was himself strong enough to give it, notbecause I was strong enough to force it. I had no doubts of my own. Poo, I hate going last."Sighing, for what felt like the hundredth time that day, Manny said,"Okay, okay, I'll wear it."Soon a rose covered his unarmoured belly button, a pink stone stickingout of his tummy just above. It just kept getting worse, like he wascaught in a current of girlyness that kept pulling him further andfurther away from shore. Each of the girls picked sets out forthemselves and they flitted back to the entrance. Watching Nikki andNicky leap out of the opening, Manny. With one leg bent, and one lying flat, she beckoned him with her finger. ‘Take me,’ she whispered. Gary crawled over her, his massive prick prying at her wetness as he looked down at her. ‘Are you protected?’ he asked her, holding up a condom. ‘I won’t get pregnant,’ she replied, ‘and as long as you are clean, you won’t need one of those’. Tossing the condom aside, he bent down to kiss her, savoring the feel of her lips on his. Julia moaned as she felt his prick pushing at her sex. Her heart. The one saving grace was when they were alone. The babyreligiously called him Mommy and Ellen mother. When Ariel would look athim and hold out her little arms and called for her Mommy his heartmelted. He made a promise to himself when Ariel was old enough tounderstand he would tell her the whole story.Once warm Sunny afternoon, after Ellen and Derrick's tennis game theentire gang set out for brunch at Ellen's club. The baby had beensecured in her car seat in the rear of the minivan, Ellen.