“… give Pete and me a few minutes please, then he can come to you.”Maybe this was some guy’s secret fantasy, tossed between two women, but at ...hat moment it was my idea of hell. It broke my heart not to be fully there, fully loving and supporting both Sue and Grace. At that moment I’d have given almost anything to turn back time, to a simpler time where I’d not be hurting and disappointing both of these wonderful human beings.As Grace quietly lifted her body from our bed and timidly left the. Bonnie caught on (or was leading me the whole time). On day two she left the shirt in her bedroom and just covered her nipples with one arm as she came down the hallway to let me in.It was day two that I noticed something remarkable. Bonnie's bedroom had no door. All that was apparent were empty hinges on one side of her doorway. I looked across the hall and the same thing was true of the last bedroom on the left side of the hallway."Whose bedroom is that across the hall and why don't you have. There was a reason for that though. Veronica and her friends were in a little clique who appeared to think that they were god's gift to the world. They walked around totally convinced that their shit didn't stink, and that every other youngster in town held what they said and did in awe.Me? Well, my friends and I had figured that chasing after the unobtainable was a complete waste of time long before, so Ronnie and her little crowd had never been added into the equation.Well, after that. “Welcome to your new life,” continued the man with a cold smile on his face. “you have been sold and this is your new existence. Let me explain a few things, but won’t worry if you don’t take it all in; you’ll have plenty of time to pick it up,” he laughed. “you will be a multi purpose slave, those big titties of yours will be milked three times a day; maybe you’ve noticed the suction cups on your nipples. you may also have found the pedals under your feet. you will pedal when told to and you.