Reiser, and so meeting me, the woman had decided she wanted a sissy negra all her own and Cory had hired an agent to track one down, a professional Bo...nty Hunter, as they were called. Such people usually chased runaways, but I guess they could just as easily find any other sort of slave as well. After a few weeks, the Bounty Hunter had found Wren and the timing couldn't have been better so far as Miss Corinne was concerned and she liked to call it Fate.Wren was mature for her age, believe me,. Shouldn't an American consider it ... ano sabe mo... 'respectful' to let me make my own choice?" Not this American. This American hunts dangerous people for a living, people who know how to hunt right back. My wife would be a prime target, my girlfriend too. You're only safe when you are a whore that I use – nothing more ... you can't be anything more." And when I am no longer a whore?" My heart will break ... you will never see me again ... and you will live a long, normal ... happy life." So. Like most slave owners, my parents kept her perpetually naked except for shoes outdoor and heavy clothes in the winter. While they had gotten her before chipping and dipping started, they promptly arranged the procedures. And every night, while I lied awake in bed, I could hear all three of them crying out, them in ecstasy and her in a mixture of pleasure and pain, from down the hall through the dungeon door, that I was not allowed to pass through. I was in agony when my parents died. I had never had a stunning woman ask me to do anything remotely like this. She collected her things, and together we went up to her room. My cock was rock hard as I got several glimpses of her heart-shaped ass as we walked down the hallways, she was a knock-out!She opened the door to a really nice suite. In the bedroom next to the living room an older but still pretty good looking man came out. He was only wearing a tight black speedo swimming suit. He was slightly overweight, but not too bad..