C.“Margaret,” he began. “You’ve done good work for us and I have an opportunity which may interest you. You may find it a bit strange. Are you...sitting down?”She was intrigued. “Yes, Mr. Bright, but call me Maggie.”“Okay, Maggie it is. Call me John. We thought of you because you helped with that successful women’s visit to Greece two years ago. With your international experience we thought of you for a temporary job we need to fill immediately.”Maggie was intrigued. “Tell me more.” She almost. Abigail feared for her husband's safety.It was a small kernel buried in the depths of her soul, that tiny bit of her not bound up by the chains of her Sire's will. I left my husband tied up to face the rising sun."Is there any particular place for me to park, Sire?" Abigail asked, addressing the vampire that killed her and who now rode in the back of the sedan."It is marked president of the board," her Sire answered, his voice deep, powerful. His eyes flicked up to the rear-view mirror, meeting. Benny couldn’t help but blush, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.Benny next set to work on his shorts. Wanting to get things over with as quickly as possible, Benny simply yanked them down, boxers and all. Benny was shocked to see that as soon as the material of the shorts glided down his legs; his own rock-hard erection came bouncing out. How could he be turned on by doing things that were so disgusting and wrong? “Uhh, yeah, I have been imagining fucking chicks to make this easier,”. Still, how could one be jealous of a slave, a piece of property, an animal.Cleta was shaking with fear as he was brought into place. He was only nineteen and had never experienced a proper flogging. He had been branded as a boy by Pelagius but the memory had faded. The pain he had felt yesterday was the worst he had known. He’d gone from being the almost pampered plaything of his former Mistress to a real slave overnight. He feared what his future might bring, but most of all he feared the.