I left my underwear on my bed. I put on a white wife beater under the blue scrub top. It was a trailer park. I put my stethoscope around my neck. I ch...cked my smile in the mirror and opened the door.There was one car on blocks in the front yard. There was a dish on the roof. There was one beat up car under a tree. I walked over the pink flamingos leading up the front door. I climbed the two cement stairs to knock on the door. I opened the screen door to knock again."Knock! Knock!" I stood for a. Then one day he told me about this workshop which trained fresher guys to face interviews, aptitude and stuff like that, it sound new and interesting for me and I decided to join but it was in the evening after college, he made it easy saying he’ll drop me home and I agreed to it, Faiz was too lazy to even think about it.I really liked things taught there and also Zahid’s Company was nice, he behaved well except for constant staring. It was almost a week we joined it and we became best of. Lifting her leg she began to undo the ties of her long white socks. When Mia turned away from the cupboard Liana was sitting up on the ruffled bed, holding the socks. With a grin she tossed them away over her shoulder to land on the far side of the bed. Mia, flustered by the grin, dutifully walked to the socks and crouched to retrieve them. When she stood and turned she found herself face to face with the still grinning Liana, now standing beside the bed.“You owe me a proper thank you.” said. None could snap the links. Not even Pater, the Father of All, had escaped these chains. They were unbreakable. Las was trapped. A prisoner to the mercies of the two Goddesses. His hand flexed in the cuffs while he drank in the feel of the cool wall on his back and ass.It was stimulation. Blessed, wonderful stimulation. He could cum from anything. He just needed time.The coral doors slid open and Throwia, Goddess of Suffering, sauntered in. She had a cruel look on her face, her eyes smoldering.