Shewas naked but for her bonds, her arms fastened tightly behind her, neck collared,her jaw aching from the gag. "Mmmpphhh," she moaned pitifully. But...this time when he tugged the leashshe responded, shuffling after him, naked feet on polished wooden floors andthe rattle of the hobble chain the only sound as she followed him to the basementdoor. They started down into the cellars, Tatya carefully picking her way downthe steep stairs. For a moment she was tempted to barge him down the stairs,but. In the beginning, the hoes got all their customers on the street. Tyrone would drive around making collections from the hoes and applying discipline when needed when the hoes fucked up. Recently, his nephew Jamal had started listing Tyrone’s hoes on a website. Customers would contact Tyrone and he would take them on an outcall.Tyrone’s fortunes started to change 6 months ago when he acquired Quanesha at the bus terminal. She was a typical white teen age runaway from some type of broken home.. He accepted her refusal as part of her shyness.The truth was that Adele could hardly stand for him to touch her. At limes he seemed like such an old and ugly man, a man she had married only for security and for very little else. She was a poor girl from a poor family and the only thing she'd ever had were her looks. She could have probably married any one of a dozen young men, but she chose to be the second wife to the graying principal.The reason was simple.Adele didn't like sex. She had. She rocked her hips, making him groan as she tightened around his organ. “I missed you,” she whispered. Her hips moved faster, and her muscles clenched him. Alan groaned and squeezed her tight little ass. She was so magical. Her hips were like a dancer's. Then someone knocked on his door. He placed his hand over Brianna's mouth. “Yeah?” he called. “Alan, it's your mother. Are you coming down for lunch?” Alan's heart raced as Brianna moved her hips slower, grinding harder against him. He was.