A conversation terminated before I could start an argument. He dismissed me with the wave of a finger, his eyes now back on the match, his mind on how...he could salvage the game.I took a deep breath readying myself for battle, but for once thought better of it and trudged silently towards the clubhouse my head bowed.I'd been sent off twice this season for fighting and it wasn't even Christmas, but today, I'd spent most of the game fending sticks away from my ankles and fists from my k**neys to. I win them all. You are now, and always will be, your wife's slave. You will treat her like a lady, and you will perform all household tasks, just as Jay does for me. And you will be severely disciplined if you break the rules. Believe me, in time you will love your new life. It has worked out very well for Jay and it will work out very well for you too. But you have to know it in your deepest self. You will have to admit that you really want it. If not, you are free to leave. Permanantly. Now,. Obviously if she walked away, they were done. But if she complied, she was totally his.With her eyes looking around desperately, Brooke reached down, grabbed the hem of her cheer skirt and lifted it up so that her bloomers were on display. Jack smiled. He knew he had her now.Brooke was the youngest slave Jack had ever had having just turned 18. It had started innocently enough. Brooke and her mom lived across the hall of their apartment building. Jack’s apartment was actually three apartments. Mom took the first guy and laid on the front seat spreading her legs, the man stuck his dick in her a made several thrust, blew his nut in her and jumped up and left. A second much older, taller man mounted mom and started to give her a good pounding. Vicki was now on the back seat getting the meat put to her. The guy banging mom pulled his dick out and shot four ropes of spooge on mom's bush-just like a porn star-mom got his dick back in her pussy before he finished cumming. When he pulled.