If some benevolent ruler should decide from the top to do so, then eventually someone else will enslave them again. They'd have a much easier time of ...t than I had. I know of ways to dispense with the tape players and broadcast the commands to an entire city at once. There are also ways to defeat the immunity we share. Don't bother asking how, I intend to take both those secrets with me. Anyway, the whole world becomes enslaved. No way around it. After that, a number of possible outcomes. Crack! He flinched and bit his lip so as not to cry out loud. “Hmm!” Tamara grinned, eyeing her prize, her wonderful captive, “You do look so fucking willing. You know what I want, don’t you?” James nodded, his back to her, as he pulled his jodhpurs over his ankles and kicked them aside, vulnerable and naked for her. Tamara reached around him, her hands sliding around his heavy chest, down to curl her fingers around his already hard and pulsing cock. She pressed her open lips into his neck. They both rubbed me for a few minutes before Rodney began to undo my jeans. After unbuttoning them, he began to tug on them and I lifted myself up on the bed, allowing him to pull both my jeans and panties off. As those came off, Dominic began pulling on my shirt and I put my arms up so that he could pull it off. He did just that, and followed it up by undoing my bra and taking it off as well. My tits sprang free and I immediately felt two pairs of hands squeezing them. I was now completely. I was just in a little black thong and got the rope and handcuffs out of the nightstand. I tied both my feet up with rope using the bedposts and tying it tight so that my legs had to be spread open. Then I laid down on my stomach and put the handcuffs on my wrists and around the bars on the headboard. I threw the key on the bed between my legs like my husband told me to do. I was there for 15 minutes when I heard someone enter the house from the back door where we keep the secret key. I heard.