I was her property, stamped and registered. There was no back,and there was no way out.For a moment, I thought about running. Just disappearing and s...owingup in a small town in nowhere. But I didn?t seriously consider it. Iwas afraid Mistress Ginger would find me. And, yes I was afraid shewouldn?t. Whatever value I still had was here.Yes, I would continue to be sold. And sometimes, the new owners werebetter than the old one.* * *His name was Abraham, and he didn?t take any prisoners.He was. "And he did. More than once. Often enough in fact that soon Susan and Sheila were calling him "Uncle Duncan", which he rather enjoyed. He became friends with William, who seemed to have no resentment at all at the closeness between the Highlander and Deirdre. Of course Duncan's code of honor would have never let him do anything even remotely forward with Deirdre, regardless of their past together. And it was obvious that Deirdre adored her husband and the feeling was mutual. Duncan was wistful. I could not help but notice how incredibly sexy these young women looked helplessly tied to the bed. They were both so young and beautiful. The black haired beauty had big blue eyes. They were a bit red from her sobbing, but still gorgeous. She reminded me of a girl I went out with in high school who had moved away. I could not help but notice her beautifully shaped breasts. She was not large in this area, but her breasts were so round and perfect. Her nipples were perky and pointed skywards. And so, we started the camera again and returned to our previous positions on the bed.As I lay atop her, I looked at her and hesitated."Go ahead, relax. We're both professionals rehearsing a scene," she said with a reassuring smile.Still, somewhat hesitantly, I placed my mouth over her left breast and flicked at it lightly with my tongue causing her to jump slightly. I stopped, looked at her, and said, "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" No, I'm just acting. That's what would happen if a woman were.