He spun the glass on the bar, brought it to his lips, and took a sip. His eyes remained on the glass as he once again twirled it. Steele looked past t...e man. The two at the table were staring at him. Sizing him up?“Can I help you?” the bartender asked.Steele turned around. The bartender was wiping a tall glass with a bar rag.“Beer,” Steele said. “What’s ever on tap.”The bartender flipped the towel onto his shoulder, filled the glass, and placed it in front of Steele. After taking a gulp, Steele. Like I said, we’re at Daddy’s place. Daddy looks after us girls. Don’t worry, we’re all safe. But Daddy has rules about wearing clothes and you’ll have to prove to him that you have become a good girl before he gives you any.”The drug cocktail was starting to have an effect. Kimberly started to calm down and then sat up. At that point, she realized that there were multiple video screens showing horrible things. It looked like these were scenes from the old slave south. Black people in collars. She just lay there with a smile on her face wondering if life ever got better than this.He turned to face the ceiling and closed his eyes. She followed soon after, and they both fell asleep for a very deep sleep.The next morning, Greg woke up smelling sausage cooking. He turned to look at Sarah and noticed she was not there. His foggy brain soon cleared enough to realize that she was cooking breakfast. He pushed the covers out of the way and swung his feet onto the floor. He sat up lazily and. In one of the side mirrors he tried to spy her expression and saw that she was definitely looking him over. “Which one next?” Josh asked as casually as he could. “Go for the uniform” Megan said in a slight husky voice “I always liked men in uniform.”While Josh was changing into the black, stern uniform, Megan was hanging back the Morpheus outfit and peeking at his body when she could. He might be young she thought but he’s sweet and packing so let’s see where this leads to.When Josh finished.