The incident with the port-a-potty makes me even more concerned for my Princess Boss. I need to find someone to take a look at the fucking thing in he... chest. I could do it, but I would prefer to have someone that has more skill with explosives than me.Thom wonders what else is wrong so I tell him, "Thom, the fucking bastard, Mike, left us another present before he left. The bastard had someone implant something in Jennifer's chest at the sight where I put her chest tube. I was concerned it. "I've got one new fund that all of the women are putting a part of their money in. The people running it achieved a one-hundred to one stock price growth multiple on a previous similar venture." Then I want you to put all of my money into that. If I lose it all, I'm no more stuck with my parents than I am right now. If a miracle happens, I could walk away when I reach eighteen." I guess I didn't quite understand just how badly you want out, Sean. Sorry. Your reasoning is solid. I'll do it for. "I'm in a harem?"The man chuckled. "No, miss. You are to be the sultan's mistress. A very high honor, I must say." Who are you?" Servant to the sultan, my name is Malik. And it is my duty to see that you are prepared for an audience with His Highness."With that, he untied her and whisked her off to a large dressing room. Samantha was awed by what she saw. The closet was huge, filled with Eastern style clothes. The bath-tub in the connecting bathroom was big enough to accommodate three. "You do have beautiful breasts my dear. I'm sure you've been told that many times."He then showed her the gift he had for her. She had never seen anything like it."I bought this with you in mind right after I met you. And I've dreamed of the day I could use these on you." What is it?" She asked curiously not wanting to sound too naive."Why these are nipple clamps my dearest." he said as he was getting ready to loosen up the little screw on the end of one and then he opened the black leather.