We continued down the corridor to the shipping department. Most of the people we saw there were wearing slave collars and they ignored us. I led her a...ross the large room to the dormitory where so many of the people Dave is holding against their will are living. If nothing else, the things I've shown her here today point out that as horrible as our lives are, they could certainly be worse. But then, I suppose they probably will be before very long. It's only Tuesday. My life and my daughter's. The transmitter stopped blinking after a minute or so, and Dave went on his laptop to the website. Sure enough, he could see himself standing in front of the computer, his thonged ass on display for the whole world, looking like a total faggot dressed like this and collared! And of course the map was fixed squarely on his house. The tracking collar was very accurate! Dave then noticed a tabbed page attached to the webcam window, labeled "Stats". He opened it and could see the numbers it. Sat on the settee Mom and Dad started to recall Christmas past when we enjoyed more than just presents, my family had a very open attitude. My sister and I had both lost our virginity to dad as mum assisted in helping us to relax and progressively learn to enjoy his firm stiff manhood. As the conversation continued my Phillip started to put his arm around myself and our Fiona and it was not long before he had two handfuls of flesh and he was teasing our nipples. At the sight of this Dad was now. “Why, Ma’am,” she drawled in imitation of a Texascowpoke, “didn’t you all know everything’s big inTexas.”We laughed at that, and she told me a slightly dirtyjoke having to do with big Texans. It put me in mind ofwhat I knew had been a personal problem of hers.“You still have that thing about Jack?” I asked herafter we had been quiet for a few moments. I could seeher blush and turn to look out the window to her left.She did not answer, and I.