I began to moan. Much to the delight of the women watching only a couple of feet away. I could see that they had all pulled their skirts up high showi...g beautiful crossed legs suspender belts black stockings. Turning my head the other way I could still see them in the large mirror, as well I my own reflection of me being fucked.If I looked straight ahead I would be locked by Samantha’s green eyes. Her face almost a cruel beautiful mask. . So I turned back to the women. saying. Please could I. I fantasised about that for a while in the shower. The thought of permanent shackles made me feel wet. It would be painful to be hung up by them, and maybe they would break the skin if I had them all the time. I obviously didn’t know too much about being a slave. I got myself dry and ‘dressed’ as a slave again to wait for the light fitter. I wondered if playing with me was part of his fee. I reckoned that the cable man would be able to get the work done cheaply if I was thrown in as part of the. Now it was being pushed to even greater extremes. Allof Alan's resistance was washed away by his body's enormous desire.There was nothing else he wanted than to be possessed and used by Yates. Yates reached forward and grabbed a handful of Alan's bountifulbreasts in each hand. His fingers dug cruelly into Alan's soft flesh, butthe newly made woman was passed caring. Alan gave a long primal screamand climaxed again. He found he could heighten the sensations bysqueezing Yates' cock with his. “Why, I not into little girls.”“A couple of my customers have suggested it.”“The hell with them, I like the way you look.”I met Kay in college and after we became close sheconfessed that she was a very high priced call-girlwith a small select group of customers that providedsufficient income to pay for her college and allowedher to live in comfort. She said she would quit herprofession if and when we married.We married in a very private non-sanctioned.