He poked me in the middle of the chest with one finger. The force was hard enough to knock me backwards.“Not. Funny.” He said slowly.I braced myse...f and took a step forward.“What would you do if there really were slaves in there?” I asked, gulping for air.“What kind of fucked up question is that?” He asked, his voice getting harder.“What would you do?” I repeated.“Not fucking stand around talking that’s for fucking sure.” He replied, his voice growing angry.“Would you do something about it?” Go. Plus my assistent quit last week, and I need someone until I can find a replacement." His eyes met mine, and slowly the words sunk in. He would only need me for a short time. It wouldn't take long for him to find someone else. Not with his looks and charm. I knew it was to good to be true. "I'm sorry. I can't take this job." I heard myself saying. One of his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Why not?" He asked standing; he walked slowly over to me taking his time like he had all the time in. She was going to put on her cousin’s lacy bra before her mom found it in the bag of clothes and claimed it for herself. She arched her back forward off the car-seat and hooked the newer bra around her waist, but before she hiked it up around her boobs, she reached under her shirt and wiped the sweat from the under-sides of her breasts and wiped her damp hands off on her shorts. She looked down and saw the raisins of her nipples poking up through the cotton-knit shirt and admired her own chest. It held his mouth wide open and his teeth rested in aglue filled crevasse in the outside of the ring. Additional rods ranfrom his fingernail rings to the gag ring, effectively holding his headin place, immovable.His legs were then lifted up and he was bent backwards until he felt hisspine might snap at any moment. Steel posts ran from the platformupwards on each side of his head. Each had a ring at the top and eachring was tightly clamped around one of his thighs. His legs had beenstretched.