"You checked lately?"Vixen shook her and hurried to her father's little office and his computer. She accessed the bank, entered her code and asked for...her balance."Account closed," was the message.She quickly e-mailed the producer who had hired her and promised her fifty-thousand for the summer's work.The e-mail bounced.When she told her father, he hugged her and patted her back. "Joey Rogers in here in town shooting a series, bunch of date-rape things using my props. You want to do a set for. Trust was everything in this world, to break trust ... if you were the tormentor and your 'victim' spoke the safe word and you did not stop, you would never, ever, be trusted again. In fact, people that trusted you in the past would do everything in their power to see you destroyed. Arrested, tried, convicted, locked up and left to rot for the rest of your life. Which probably wouldn't be long; I don't think you'd last long in most prisons if word got out that you tortured and raped people, and. James turned to face his Master, and his mouth dropped. Looking down at him was the stern and muscular face of the man who had been in his bedroom this morning. The same build. James stammered, 'Mmm... Master?"The man smiled, "yes, I am DrkMaster, your owner for now and ever. I wanted to surprise you this morning, but was ashamed that you did not ask the computer for permission before submitting to a stranger's cock. I have been thinking whether to keep you on as a slave."James blushed,. Joanna stopped before the open door at the front and said something to the woman inside. A small TV atop a filing cabinet in the corner was blaring a Spanish variety show. The woman turned and scowled at us, held out her hand and said "Tres dollares..". I handed her the money and off the runt Joanna scurried.. past peeling doors and darkened windows hung with threadbare sheets to room number 7, right next to the outside washbasin and toilet. She pushed the door open and we stepped inside as.