Now she found herself receiving five or six earth shattering orgasms a day. What was worse was that she realized that she was behaving differently in ...rder to achieve her rewards. She was being the best slavegirl she could be.Each night, she was bound again with her wrists held securely behind her back and then locked into her stall. She never had a chance to escape. She had either been locked up or bound or both since that day she had been mucking the stall.The girls seemed to delight in their. ' 'Never mind,' said Robert, briskly. 'First day. We should makean allowance this time.' He paused and gestured to the youngwoman sat near him. 'The rest of my family will no doubt bestopping by but for now I'd like you to introduce you to mydaughter, Kirsty.' Jon looked at the teenage girl for the first time since heentered the room and couldn't help but give a small gasp; it wasthe sales clerk from the mall, from when he and Sandra wentshopping and he bought a blouse and skirt. Whether. "You on paper is nothing like you in the flesh." She really blushed. "I've got to talk to you."She smiled. "My place?"I shook my head. "No. Maybe there's a free table in a corner. It's pretty early."Actually, the cafeteria was nearly empty. Most of the customers were out on the terrace or sitting near the windows. We sat down in a far corner without buying coffee."I got roughed up by two friends of yours yesterday," I blurted."What?" Two Chicano guys manhandled me yesterday afternoon on the way. "Ask me what?" Mr. Douglas, though still upset and frowning, tried to be polite to the two men that almost single-handedly kept the economy of the Valley on track. "Never mind, Charley, Mr. Douglas; he saw a runaway tractor, and wondered if it where yours." "Yes," Oliver Douglas regretfully admitted. "It was mine!" "See, Floyd!" "Charley, any simpleton should've known it was Mr. Douglas's tractor," Floyd Smoot talked to Charley as if he were talking to a simpleton. "Who else would have his.