Hunger radiated from him, as powerful as a blast furnace. Hope stared upat him, considering his fierce challenge, sensing the subtle pleading in hisfi...gers as they tighten in her hair, urging her to take him into her mouth.Her pride recoiled at his brutal power game but she still craved his vigorand energy, understanding on a deep animal level that his heat would not fizzleout, leaving her chilled and lonesome. At least this was for real. No matterhow much he infuriated her, he was for real.. John gave a cruel little smile and raised one questioning eyebrow.‘Good, now it’s time you had some breakfast, follow me.’As Kimberley got to her feet she was again reminded of that happen last night by her whole body aching; joints, mussels, plus some bruised and swollen areas. Her sex was still so swollen and sore she had to walk with her legs splayed out, John Wayne style.The courteous, caring John had reappeared as he helped her to be her feet and gently guided her from the bedroom into the. This went on for about six months until Billy said hewas bored, he remembered what the lady in red had said,she was training another slave, Billy would go out andget one for himself and train her to be his second slut.The summer vacation was starting soon, Billy hung aroundand soon spotted a loner, she was dark haired and lookedexotic, Billy thought she would do nicely.Billy forgot his bad manners and bullying to charm herinto going for a coffee all the time trying to think ofways to get her to. Sally and Brian are quite happy about my writing Parts 1 & 2 as they can't be identified from the contents, but, the remainder became increasingly concerned about their exposure and I agreed with them that if I was around, the likelihood of anyone in this area who has read my story realizing where we were was high. Therefore, I was going to remove myself from the scene. I've had a fantastic life and wanted to make sure that no one suffered on my account.This part of my story ends with my having.