It'd been days since she had last got a good night sleep. She stared out the window of her limousine, as she was being driven to her brother James' ho...se.Angelina had recently been stalked by one of her fans. She had been sent threatening letters, received frightening phone calls, and was even followed once. She feared for her life. Her bother had told her to go stay at his place for a few days while the authorities catch the stalker. Once the limo arrived to her brother's house she felt. Well to be honest -- as I had it figured -- the bitch wouldn't invite me to attend a funeral, if I were the last person left on the planet; unless it was my own funeral, of course. And then ... shit yeah, I would have imagined that the bitch would have happily paid for that bugger.Not that I could ever understand why. But then again, Mel is of the female variety and I am a mere male; the gender they like to keep confused and totally nonplussed about the whys and wherefores, of everything they. I could feel his hard cock twitching between my legs, seemingly fighting with the denim of his jeans to be released. As he kissed my shoulders and pulled my bra straps down I gently ground down on his lap as his breathing became heavier. He reached around my back as he kissed at my cleavage and expertly unhooked my bra. I slid the straps off my arms and tossed that aside as well. He immediately began kissing and suckling at my nipples, biting down ever so often as I moaned and pressed down. But, you will wear the leather collar I inscribed with my name on it for you. (Property of Slave Master Graham). In the café, you must only eat with your mouth and hands, no utensils and eat only when I say you may.” Master was training me faster that I thought possible.“As far as sleeping goes, I usually make the sex slaves sleep in that cage over there. But, you are lucky. I kind of like you and want you naked in my bed so I can use you anytime I feel the need. I will keep you tied to the.