?Please let me go. Please. What have I done to deserve this ? Please let me go.?Jacob chuckled at the desperation in Tim’s voice. He played back...the clip and spliced it into his editing software, so that he could listen to Tim’s husky, masculine voice as he pleaded with Jacob. His new owner. Gone was the self assured voice of a young man who everyone listened to. Gone was the powerful tones of a popular jock. Instead were the frightened whimperings of a half dressed slave. A teen boy. Carol slid slowly down his body, pulling his shirt aside and licking his nipples, kissing his stomach, while his hands played over her long red hair and then down to fondle her ample breasts, then back up to her head, as he gently forced her head down in the direction he wanted it to go. She was looking up at him. With the top half of her petticoat around her waist.,Tony moaned, his cock was getting harder by the second, partly because of her touch, partly because of her language. Was this the. They represented about ten years of writing and saving, and he would always print them and keep them straight with report binders and plastic covers. He could pick up any one of his stories and read a few pages and be able to remember the rest of the story. To him, they were nearly priceless. Lois would usually read what he wrote and he had a few friends that seemed to appreciate his efforts in that area. When Lois got home that evening she said, ‘Ross, I talked to Alma some more about a. "Is breakfast ready yet?" Dad said, walking into the kitchen."Just about, dear — your son has been keeping me from getting anything done," she said."Dad, can you blame me, both my sister and my mother are so Hot — how do you keep your hands off of her anyway?"He gave me such a look, smiled and said, "You are correct son, we both seem to have hit the jackpot here, haven't we?" Daddy," Glory said, "Thank you. I don't remember the last time you said anything to me about if you thought I was pretty.