B-Bondman… p-please… don’t lookat me like that. You’re frightening me…”Marty laughed menacingly. “Frightenin... you!? Me? Comeon, baby… You’ve got nothing to be frightened of. Notfrom Marty Bondman.”Ginny squirmed against the cushions of the sofa, vainlytrying to cringe away from this awful, frighteninganimal leering at her like she was so much buyablemerchandise.She tried to swing her naked legs off the sofa as hesat down beside her,. He knew better than to ask for her whereabouts, for fear of raising any eyebrows.In his bedroom, Tommy was in the middle of opening his top dresser drawer when his cell phone rang. He took it out of his pocket, looked to identify the caller, then answered. He talked for a few seconds, then held up his index finger to indicate just a minute to Jack. Tommy then turned, left the room and descended the stairs. Before Jack could begin to wonder who Tommy was talking to, Taylor's face appeared in the. "I'm not above using my family ties." He moved his hand to gently cup her breast and snuggled his mouth to her ear so that it tickled her when he said, "How about one last fuck for old time's sake."Joan writhed in his grasp. She looked around to see if anyone was watching. "We broke off, Mason, let's just let it go at that."His hand went to her knee and then slipped its way under her Donna Karen skirt. "Right here, right now," he said, "you know you like it when it's dangerous."Joan felt a. The woman turns my head and gives me a long loving kiss on my lips. She tells the seller that I am a good kisser. Then the woman strokes my rod and I quickly pop. I felt embarrassed, but she says she likes a boy slave who comes quickly. I feel confident. A woman who is an experienced slave owner is inspecting me and was pleased. I hope she buys me. The first time I became a slave, I was too quiet and shy. I learned from this are I am determine to be a good slave this time around. The seller.