Slave number 3 closes his eyes momentarily in despair at his predicament. The oldest slave on the team, he still remembers the time when he was free ...nd a man. A wealthy footballer with all the trappings that the game brought a young man of extreme talent. He remembers when he spent the morning before a game driving to the game in his sports car, dressed in expensive clothes like a man. Looking down at the fans as he passed them in the street. The same fans who now own his body. All of. Cindy lay there with her hands on her stomach. She was sure she could feel Steve’s sperm wriggling inside her womb. She smiled a smile of pure bliss before drowsiness overcame her and she fell asleep.From then on Steve came to his mother’s room almost every night. They had a tacit understanding that their sexual relationship could continue only if it was never acknowledged. To that end Cindy kept her mask on during every encounter. She and Steve acted like a normal mother and son during the. ” "How could I refuse her request when she put it that way?, " I thought to myself. “Okay, I’ll try to help you if I can,” I said in a weak trembling voice. She gave me a reassuring smile, patted me on my shoulder and then went inside the changing room. I was left standing outside, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. I hoped that nobody would see me there. If only she would hurry up. I know that it was only a few minutes, however it seemed like hours when at long last I saw her. It was almost three thirty when we were finally finished, and I wasalready learning what Rachel had meant about needing to learn to use mynew nails."Momma, I'm worried. What if I scratch Edward while I'm taking care ofhim?" You won't Sweetie. I'm going to give you some exercises to do at homethat will help you out a lot faster," she smiled at Rachel and theothers."Oh, peeling fruit," they giggled. "Yes that will definitely be alearning experience for her."After we left Momma got me a new cell.