A little blinking number in the corner showed that the call had been going for some time. The voice again. “Demi, answer me, or so help me…”The ...ords caught in her throat for a moment. “Arthur? I, um… listen -”“Get home right now, Demi. Don’t argue. We need to talk.”Then he hung up.“Hey. Hey, Demi, look at me.” Ace reached forward and touched her chin, gently turning her head to face him. “You’re gonna be okay, baby girl, I promise. That little weasel won’t hurt you.” He took her phone from her. ‘You look good Maddy. Beautiful in fact. Why don’t you come back to my place with me?’ ‘I am not in the mood for any games Dave. I am training, leave me alone. I’ll call you at the station tomorrow, OK?’ I hated that pleading sound in my voice. ‘No Maddy. That’s not OK. I’ve been missing you. I think you’ve missed me too. Haven’t you?’ He was standing so close I could feel the heat coming off him in the cool morning air. My attraction for him grew stronger by the minute. It could not happen.. His name was Rick and he was notorious for enslaving body-builders and turning them into muscular, but completely docile shemale slaves. With him he brought the black slave Jonathan had seen on his first visit to the club. His feet were still in the brutal ballet boots and around his neck he still wore his black neck corset, but he was no longer tied up. And it was beginning to look as if calling him "he" was no longer appropriate. Since Jonathan had seen him last he had lost a lot of his. ” I said, “No, he is an adult.” Then he said, “If you are not in a great hurry I have a new one I got the other day and if you want we can see if it will play.” I told him to go ahead and put it in the player and I had a little time if it wasn’t too long. We were setting on the couch and watching it and all of a sudden I felt something and looked down and he had put his hand on my leg close to my cock. I just sat there and never let on like I noticed what he was doing and shortly he started.