I think she might be planning to make a false accusation against me. And I’m not the kind of man who takes these things lying down. No sir. I believ... in preemptive strikes. The best defense is a good offense. I finished editing my works. The end result was a 285-page anthology of erotic fiction. The subject matter ranged from erotic adventures of college studs and the women in their lives to bisexual college football players and coed wrestling. Also, I dealt with realistic issues such as men’s. Not that I minded, it meant I could spend time with my new camera.I was sitting on the couch for about five minutes when I heard the front door open, and my Mother's voice.'Eeewwwwww, it's horrible out' she said as I heard the door swing shut behind her. 'Dan, are you home?''Yeah Mom, I'm in here' I answered.She strode into the room, wearing her black skirt suit and white blouse, her heels knocking loudly on the wooden floors. She was holding something behind her back, and had a playful look on. It's too much! Gods, it's too much. I love it but it hurts. My pussy is numb. It's too much.”“Say it,” I said. “Say, 'I am your slave, Master Kurtis. Your loyal slave. I'll do anything for pleasure.”“Yes!” she howled. “I am... your slave... Master Kurtis.” She shuddered. “Your loyal... loyal slave! I'll do... do... do anything for pleasure!”I held out my hand. A gold collar like the ones around my mother's and Princess Naryu's neck appeared in my hand. It was open, though. Able to be bent open. They decided to finish bringing Seth's stuff to his room first, and three trips later they were done. Seth locked the door with a sigh, taking one look back at the boxes piled everywhere. Later.Next they grabbed Sarah's stuff, and headed up the twenty-first floor. When they arrived, they found her door open and her roommate already there. Sarah introduced herself and her brother to the girl. Her name was Betty, and she was a skinny bleached blonde. Her tits were fairly small, and it appeared to.