There was no telling what other tortureshe was being set up to endure and he thought another jolt from thecollar might easily kill him. If he could h...ve been certain of that hewould have returned to his wife and provoked it, but the pain withoutdying was too much to risk.With great difficulty he made his way downstairs, collected his keys,then continued out to the garage where he opened the door. He was asquiet as possible as he couldn't contemplate the trouble he would be inif he woke his. He liked to tell us about the olden days as we sat around the campfire roughing it, making our own s’mores and telling stories. Everyone else liked to tell scary stories, but not dad. He told us how he’d finally been able to start a business after the changes that brought about cheap labor.At first, he said, there’d been uncertainty and wariness surrounding the hiring of criminals to round out a profitable crew, but once people understood that these workers did not need to be treated like real. Tonight he will own this sweet piece of virgin pussy for the rest of her life for his own use. Chapter 2Please I want to go back home, M. Ivan, Please.The car has been running on the highway for hours. She has trusted this online stranger with her innocent body, and now he has made her leave her family, her school, and her friends to go be his whore. What's a whore by the way??? Couldn't I be one and live with my parents. She has been begging him to let her go for hours now.Slap!!!This man's. The yellow spots fluttered down and away from breasts that made me salivate, even through the viewfinder.Her breasts were perfect ... round and full, with a little sag, but not baggy, you know? Her nipples were an almost shocking red color. I think it was that that made me stand up and look right at her. I realized the nipples were the same color as her lips. She saw my eyes going back and forth."I put lipstick on them," she said softly. "Is it too much?"She was so calm about this. I think.