My breasts bouncing, ass jiggling. Her luscious melons heaving with every intake of breathe. Up and down, sweat dripping. I turn it up, she matches...me. I am starting to breathe heavily, but she is struggling. No wonder she doesn’t run as much as me, with tits like those it hurts me watching her bounce. I give a slight smirk as I turn my treadmill all the way up. With a discouraging hrmmpph she turns her treadmill down, then off. Storming away, I take my victory lap before turning it. I am told to close my eyes. A blindfold is put over my eyes. I am told that I should wait here. He will be back. Do not take off the Blindfold. Before he leaves I am guided to sit. I hear things moved. I feel the Drink taking the edge off my nervousness.. At last I can stop my quick breathing.. As I am sitting I from time to time hear water running along with other things moving around the room. I feel his hands on my arm again.. I am informed I am being a good Slave. And the Fun will begin. T. ‘So, guessing this goes in the house pile, and not the Salvation Army pile?’ She knew the answer, and started walking to the pile of boxes they would load up and drive over to the townhouse. ‘Do you know anybody who would want to buy a picture of his scrawny eight-year-old ass dressed up like Superman?’ Tim asked. ‘Besides me?’ Sheila grinned. ‘Yes,’ Tim nodded. ‘I’m talking about sane people.’ Sheila responded by pulling one of the bottles from Julia’s arms and launching it at Tim. It hit. ” Go dress him.”“I’m not touching a dead naked body, eeew.”“You do or you going to be the next naked dead body.”The Roach King laughed again and went out the door.The one left behind cursed and turned me on my back. I kicked him as hard as I could directly under the chin, his head flung back and he actually lifted off the ground smashed backwards into the metal armatures behind him and slipped to the floor leaving a bloody smear on the pipes, he did not move.I dressed as fast as I could and.