I looked at Michael. He was smiling. After the third glass of water, Thomas said to Michael, "I'll give her about ninety minutes."The next two hours w...re a cat and mouse game. Thomas had me walk through the house, looking at his erotic art, going through his collection of videotapes, finally stopping in his bedroom. On the wall were photographs of three women. All of them were naked except for black corsets. I stared at them, stepped closer. The first woman was a blonde in her twenties, a. Slim, trim and busty. Perfect. I remembered Mandy bringing me back into the house in my wheelchair. I wasn't allowed to get out of bed for weeks and did plenty of physiotherapy to exercise my back. It was because my back needed to get stronger to hold my boobs up, of course. I sometimes thought there must've been another reason, I mean, it didn't make sense to rest it that much and then exercise it that much just for a little boob job. But I always knew it was because I needed a stronger. His name was Scott. He’s a freelance photographer and we’d worked together a handful of years ago on a project I managed. I ran into him on the way home from work and when he invited me to get a drink and catch up I felt compelled to accept the invitation. Ninety minutes and three drinks later we stepped out of the bar and into the evening air, our conversation still going.He was smart and funny and cute. There was a hint of flirtatiousness to our conversation, but not overtly so. It just felt. I wasn’t that pretty so I was just sold as a worker to a farmer near your father’s manor. But the very beautiful girls were sold…..I don’t want to scare you miss but they were sold for their bodies. And well as for what the slavers & crew did to us upon the ship well I’d rather not talk about it Miss. But how I knew he was a slaver is because well when slavers or pirates take hold of your ship they set fire to it as to leave very little trace then they drug & bind you. So when I awoke bound &.