I told her that I would think about the magazine conversion, but I did need the folding stock.Dad examined the RPG conversions and congratulated her o... her excellent work. We heard a scream of delight come from their bedroom that night, so he must have done more for her that just the verbal comment. The next morning, Beth and I were told that we were going out this evening to Mr. Andrews farm to walk through our attack on the headquarters of the 3rd Street Gang.The barn was the simulated. It was almost like being in love. They didn't "love" me, of course, and I don't think I wanted them to. But they needed me, and I loved being needed, even if for their sexual pleasure.*When I got to Jake's house on Tuesday, the place was eerily quiet. There's a strange Goldilocks vibe to a house that has been full of people but they all just left. There were open suitcases all over the place and air mattresses on the floor in the family room. The dining room table had gift wrap and ribbons. Anyway, if Mistress allows me to be your only cum dump and collect all your hot cream inside my fuck hole, I’m sure to get enough in my baby factory to get pregnant really fast.”I laughed and said, “Wife, you’ve trained your slut puppy really well. If she keeps talking dirty so well, I’ll probably set a record for hard-ons and ejaculations in a day. I wanted to give you a baby because you wanted me t get you pregnant, but I just want to knock up your little teen sex slave because I want to own. It was clear Jericho couldn't escape and there was no desire for anyone's slave to be injured unnecessarily. The match had been decided and Tom Henry had won. I was very nearly jumping down at that and my Master clapped his hands; the crowd filled with opinions both happy and otherwise at the outcome. Quickly there arose a public demand for Tom Henry to assert his dominance over the still stunned and weakly moving Jericho. The crowd urged the smiling and breathless slave to claim his prize. I.