I’m sorry Ryan.” It was something that actually happened. I was 7 years old ... in the kitchen when it started. My mom yelled that the tree was on...fire and she urged me to bring water which I did. Actually, the nightmare happened frequently until I was thirteen and had started masturbating ... when I started thinking sexually about my mother.“Oh, okay mate,” he said, rolling his eyes and letting out a derisive laugh, “I thought it carried a different bit of meaning, sorry mate. It was strange. Cindy's was light and teasing, hinting at unbelievably strong passion. Michelle decided this was the chance of a life time, and she wasn't going to let it pass."Yes," she said, her voice trembling just a bit, "as a matter of fact, I do have something set aside."She quickly gave them directions on how to get to the side door of the store, and hustled off, letting one of the other girls know she was going busy for the next hour. Trisha was her friend and gave her a quick smile and thumbs up. She. I felt my panic rising fast for my immediate future looked short and probably painful."W-what do you want with me?" I stuttered.But I could see the answer in their lustful stares, so I was going to be raped and killed and left in some ditch."The boss wants a word," said guy number one sitting on my left."Oh," I said.At least I wasn't going to be killed straight away. But all this didn't make any sense, ok I knew I was prime meat for being raped and dumped somewhere for I know what I look like.. I do the acquisition, and all actions right up to shipping. I don’t screw up either.After memorizing the pictures of the busty blonde I was to pick up in Phoenix, I looked at the ‘list’. The list makes up my real work. It tells me what the girl, or man is being picked up for, and what I need to teach them before shipment, it also tells me where to drop my crate off, and when. This girl was going to be called ‘bitch’ and they wanted her acclimated to strict bondage. They also wanted her trained.