" Well, it's not my fault you don't have an undershirt on. Besides, I know you want to see me take my shirt off, and you said that 10 is a fair price ...or that. Isn't seeing me take my bra off twice as valuable as seeing me take my shirt off?" More like 5 times." I grumbled."Ok, my bra's worth 50 then." Samantha smiled at me as she took 3 more blue chips from the bank. I opened my mouth to say something, but Samantha interrupted. "Why don't you just admit this is fair before my panties are worth. I want him secured to the bed and watched closely. Get Dr. Morgan to sedate him. I'll deal with him later. Now."The guards looked somewhat surprised at their orders but knew better than to question the Mistress's orders. That was cause to be sent to the punishment cell.Devon awoke later, unaware of how he got here. He was tied to the bed with soft leather cuffs. He felt a catheter in his dick and what felt like a ball gag in his mouth.The memory of Gloria's death hit him. The tears started. .. you know what.I was reminded of this childhood rhyme by some recent events, and it kind of fits in with those childhood anxieties we all experience; is there a bogey man outside in the dark waiting to get you? This is one of those things that demonstrates the impossibility of proving a negative. You can prove there is something there, but you can't prove there isn't. Everyone knows that as soon as you put the light on the bogeyman can't be seen. But that doesn't prove that he isn't there. In. And by any means, you would try your luck at it. That’s how I almost became a regular visitor at my grandparent’s home. There were many workers over there to satisfy my hunger, different types of tastes, sizes and of course methods too.After my time at the tank with the worker guy and his rough sex, it took me some time to recover. Like in both ways.One, he had fucked me so hard that it made my cunt really sore. And his rough sex made me thirst for more. and so was his case too. He would hang.