Then the other 2 started laughing along with him. I was getting nervous. Maybe this would not go well, I thought.“Hey, Tyrone”. The first one yell...d towards the court where they were still playing ball. This real tall, muscular black guy glances over. “Hey, Tyrone, come over here, you gotta check this shit out, man”.Now the guy stops playing ball and starts to walk over. He was huge! – at least 6’5” and probably more than 250 pounds and very well built. I was scared but also secretly thinking. He perused a few more pages, then noticed loose sheets in the back of the binder. “Hey, here’s the info on the occupant,” he exclaimed, looking over the papers.“Who is she?” Mike asked.“Well, she IS a slave. Named Ami, spelled with an ‘i’ ... ummm... 38 years old ... Chinese heritage, born on a breeding ranch overseas. Basic education ... some sex skills training. We’ve got a couple pages of information, hard copy of her ownership license, and a copy of her info chip.”Dan wandered over to the. And if this latest production doesn't make the grade, we will be in a bit of bother. Don't worry - you'll get your money OK." Oh, no!" sighed Veronica. "You saved my life tonight with that lovely fire and all that warming exercise. If I can ever help, I will. Not that that is very likely, alas, apart from my minimal acting talent!"Then she explained to the Director the reason for her being in a state of undress."What a story!", he exclaimed. "We might even try to make a film out of that! You. “Three…” High in her perch, Tink hung transfixed at the scene below her. Her skin had shivered at the first landing of the lash on the man’s body but then a strange sensation came over her. With the second and subsequent lashes, Tink felt a thrill deep within her and her sex became wet. Tink began to fanaticize that her master would lay her across her cot and swing his belt high overhead and bring it onto her flesh producing that awful cracking sound. As the seventh, eighth and ninth.