“I dunno. You could show me your tits if I win.”“Really dude?” I raised my eyebrow.“I’m just joking. What do you want to bet?”I thought ...bout it for a minute. I had beat him on many bets, so I always took a challenge on this game as a way to get something free.“You know what, fine. I’ll show you my tits. But if I win, you have to give me a game.”“Really? You’re going to show me if I win?”“Yeah. They’re just tits dude.” I shook my head.“That’s easy for you to say since you have your own. I’d be. I so kept thinking, would the right choice be the blond girl we did abducted from England, shall it be the Spanish little boy we did took with her, this actually makes me think, having such a bunch of hot little slaves, why shouldnt we allow them all to play a game with us?, they say children love playing games… And so, we decided to bring them to our giant garden, full of grass and trees, everyone of them bound and gagged, with their horrible clothes off, so we could appreciate their beautiful. 'Of course Ihave, he's my sissy slave step dad and I can do whatever Iwant and he can't do anything about it.'Shane walked up to me and stood so that his crutch wasinches from my face. He looked down at me as if daring meto move. He edge closer so that now the front of his jeanswas touching my face. His hands grabbed my head and hepulled my face tight to him and rubbed it into him.Emily laughed and said, 'Make him undo your zip with histeeth.'He laughed and said to me, 'You heard her, open my. All I could make out was more ranch land, and the odd live oak tree, with some mesquite throw in for good measure. It was very calming to me, and was the first real solitude I'd had since awakening in my old body. Ben seemed to sense my mood, laid his head across my stomach, and settled down for a nap.The nap was short, because a golf cart came rambling up carrying Penny and a man that couldn't have been anything but armed security. Penney hopped out and approached us talking a mile a minute..