I was about to turn and run when the book's open pages caught my eye -the title on one page read 'To Trap a Slave', and on the other 'ToRelease a Slav...'. I leafed through a few of the pages, shocked to read'To Access a Slave', 'To Control a Slave', and more.Unexpectedly dextrous in those boots, the figure was up next to me in notime and began stabbing the page about releasing a slave with adesperate finger, the tight satin over the hands glistening in the lowlight and padlocks clacking. As it. He swung the binoculars around, moving from one window to another but there was nothing there. I must have imagined it, he thought. He had just focussed the binoculars back on Chloe in the living room when the black girl walked back in. She was grinning as she sashayed towards Chloe. Chole raised her head, responding to whatever the girl was saying. She stood up, straightening and began to turn towards the window but the black girl grabbed her hand and pulled her towards her.Dave almost dropped. "I'd like you to meet them. Their bus will drop them off in about fifteen minutes if it's on time. They're usually home from high school by five."He rolled over, kissed her and laughed, "Then maybe I ought to get dressed."The woman purred happily.Ten minutes later two girls came through the back door chatting and their mother introduced them to Billy who was sitting at the kitchen table drinking some orange juice. They were both beauties and the boy's still unrelaxed cock quivered. The younger. ”“Where?”“Port Chalmers BSP fuel dock.” I said. “It’s a regular in and out. The dock is a perfect place to prevent a shore side grab. What your boys have going for them is the shore to tie up is a hundred meters and almost twice that far to her slip.”“Not on a buoy?”“Nope ... floater dock with a few pilings.”“Can you get away for a few days?”“Why?” I responded. “But yes.”“School?”“There’s supposed to be three of us, they won’t let me start alone. ‘Unfair advantage,’ the school said.”“Good, my.