’ Kara said. ‘You know, I thought of doing that, but the way the studs run up there, it wouldn’t have been in a desirable position while sudsing...’ Cadogan said in a completely serious tone. Kara looked at him with an open mouth. {Oh my God…} Kara’s thoughts were stopped short by the look on Cadogan’s face. The corner of his mouth was twitching. {He did not…} Cadogan saw the look change on Kara’s face from awestruck to her leering at him. Cadogan started laughing, ‘Just kidding!’ He put his. But that didn't worry him. All that mattered was which prison he went to. He was supremely confident that he could escape again, even if he had to wait several years for the opportunity to do so. His knack for breaking in and out of places was uncanny. So the lower the security of the prison he was sent to the easier it would be for him to get out. But to avoid ending up in a Maximum Security Penitentiary he had to consider some rather drastic methods. His lawyer had known the inevitability of. He withdrew his hand from around my shoulders and began to massage my left knee and thigh as he continued to lightly tease my ear and that sensitive spot behind it with his lips and tongue. Soon, I had a bulge in my jeans that almost rivaled his. I moaned and turned to kiss him -- realizing the movie would simply have to wait or go ignored -- as I began to unbuckle his belt. His hand found my own hardness and began to massage it through the denim that covered it.Once I managed to get his belt. .."But surely you will get tired of..." Your pleasures? Of course. You see there are other collectors as well. We sell and trade our collections. When a woman is no longer of interest to any collector, she is sold on the black market. Now don't trouble yourself my dear, we always try to find good homes for our pets. Most go to Arab Sheiks, a few to corporate CEOs around the world." My God, we're SLAVES!" blurted out Tammy, realizing the irony of a black woman being traded and sold among largely.