Every morning I woke wet, and every morning I whacked a quick orgasm, for me it was easy, I had a good imagination, watched tons of porn, and played w...th my mothers dildo and vibrator collection.It was on one such morning I lay on top of my bed naked and playing, when I heard a noise, and jumped up.I thought I was alone in the house, but apparently not. My bedroom adjoined my sister's room, and as I moved around I saw it was ajar ever so slightly.The door could only just be seen from where I. The old man laughed and said, "Ok two dollars and fifty cents a fur. And that is a good price." Fighting Hawk looked around the store quickly taking in the prices marked on things, and nodded his head. The old man smiled. Not a big smile like he had just gotten something for nothing, but more of a deal where everybody left happy.The old man waved his arm around the store and said that they could start picking out what they wanted. Fighting Hawk reminded him that they wanted things from others. Next came out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Dan secured my left wrist to another padlock, and my right wrist was secured on the opposite side of the bed. So now I was on my back, with my arms spread and secured, however I could move my legs wherever I wanted. As I continued to look around the room, I noticed twelve different small domes throughout the room and at the head of the bed. I asked Dan about the domes, and he stated that it was not my concern. I was breathing heavily, and my chest was. " June stammered confusedly. "How do you know all this about my sister anyway? Where did you get those photographs?" Shit, I've seen that chick fucking for applause on the stage a dozen times!" Pimple Face snorted. "I recognized her soon as I saw that snapshot in your pocketbook. One gang runs all the sex shows in this town, babe, and I got plenty connexions, so finding out what the story is was easy. I brought those photos to show I'm on the level. You sure you ain't got any money?" he asked.