Undoing his trousers, I pulled them off, looking up athim as I rubbed the bulge in his shorts. I put my hands inside them, and slowly removed them, my...head level withhis naked cock."Not yet," he said. "First wash me."He got in the bath, I soaped him, rubbed him, and stroked him, all-over."Go get ready for bed sugar," he whispered to me. "I will be in there infive minutes; go put that little, short, pink nighty on, with thematching G-string."Leaving his bathroom I went to my room and finding. With him. With herself.She had to tell Steele. To end it. Now.Because she had fallen in love with someone else. With one of Steele’s best friends.His name was Derek.*** *** ***Five years later, Steele was celebrating his 26th Birthday. It was Monday, 27th May 2013.He sat on the toilet flicking through a magazine. It was a weekly publication of slaves for auction, with their photos, details and price guides. He folded down the corner of the pages of those that interested him, to discuss with. The two sex slaves approached me, one holding a candle in her hand the other holding a black studded rod. The removed my chains and guided me down onto a table. I don't know why I didn't resist... something about this situation made me want to be fuck like crazy. They chained me onto the table, and the girl with the candle began to drip hot wax on my tits. The pain was incredible. I felt like if someone touched my clit right now I'd explode. But they wouldn't give me any such pleasure. The. ?I could only assume it was Samantha. ?You?came for me?at last?? I lifted her up by the hand and lead her back inside thehouse.? She was soaked from head to toe insweat and smelled of all manner of bodily fluid.? I assessed the situation as much as Icould?her house looked like a tornado tore through it?papers and books all overthe floor.? Pictures of her and herfamily had been smashed, ripped, cut, or sprayed on with some kind of blackspray-paint. Her gym trophies had all been smashed to the.