She put the ball straight through the hoop, caught it on its first bounce off the concrete, and then turned to face me, smiling happily and dribbling ...he ball on the spot, as I put the car into Park and switched off the engine. Hey, Leon, she said, as I got out. She always called me by my first name. Hi, I answered, as I shut the car door. Didya have a good day? she asked. Yeah, it was good. Productive, too, I replied. Well, Ive been productive, too. Dinners in the oven, she said, Itll be. "Butthen why did you come here first? Why not go straight to the bank and handover your information?" "Look at the last page." The last page was an agreement, that basically said that she would do ashe wanted, no matter what it was. She didn't really know what he meant by that,but was soon to find out. She looked at him with a puzzled stare and asked, "Justwhat does this mean?" Ron grinned and said, "It means just what it says, Stephanie. You will belongto me and do everything I say without. This place is fully alarmed and covered by closed circuit television monitoring. I have contact with my guys and I have weapons in the place. This is what I do for a living and I am damned good at it okay? I’m going to need to know as much as possible about this guy, but you can do that in your own time. Right now I just want you to relax as much as possible and trust me.” Looking down I realised how ridiculous I must look. I was stark naked swearing my protection to this lady, dick swinging in. "My cock, stiff as a rock but awkwardly bent in my pants, loved Bubba's suggestion as did my inebriated mind. I nervously undressed and was soon standing naked, my seven-inch cock standing firmly at attention.Bubba asked, "What got your cock all hard?"I stammered, "I-I-I don't know," although we both knew the real reason.Bubba chuckled harshly, yet his dominant tone and knowing attitude had me rattled. "Oh I think we both know why you are hard. You want to be Bubba's live-in faggot, don't.