‘I’ll see you then.’ I showed myself out of his office, and nearly plowed down a short scrawny girl walking into the room. ‘Oh!’ she said,...hitting the ground. ‘Ah, damn, I’m so sorry.’ I reached down, and picked her up with one arm, and her purse and coat with the other. I kept my arm around her back as I pulled her up. ‘Hey, you’re the new guy huh?’ She made like she was reaching for her coat, and instead ran her hand along my shoulder. ‘We needed a nice strong man to help us poor little. Complete Dr. Jekyll/ Mr. Hyde complex.But I fell for it hook line and sinker. I couldn't say no to him not when he was crying and apologizing to me. He made it seem so sincere and in doing so convinced me to stay the night with him at the studio.He cradled me in his big strong arms and moved my hair from my face as he wiped away the tears I'd shed. He kissed the cuts and bruising over my arms. Slowly, his mouth traveled upward to my neck, and kissed my mouth, cheek and eye softly as I winced. But he wasn’t listening, just marching to the door in a trance.“Buster, wait,” I pleaded, tearing a T-shirt out of the closet and throwing it on and turning around in time to see Buster open the door and Mary Ellen barge in.She was again in her gardening clothes and was holding a hoe in her hand.She looked at me, in my T-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh. She saw the blanket on the chair. She looked at Buster. She looked at Buster’s crotch.Even I couldn’t believe Buster still had an. "Your mom suggested that I become a sex slave. She said that maybe some master would order you to mount me." Thank you mom, I owe you one for this. "I thought I would never be accepted as a sex slave because I am so freakish." "I do not understand." I was truly confused. "I have big hands." slave Velvet showed me her hands. My eyes were fixed on the two big features on her chest that I did not noticed her hands or cared. All masters would feel that way, and I knew I could not say it that way..