I find out his name and that he is like a gang member or a pimp of some sort.Max or Mad Max, is a very violent person none the least.*The next night I...was still feeling the effects of my encounter with Max at work.I was sore, but it was more muscle soreness than anything, I told my work mates I went to the gym.After work I bought a bottle of Jack Daniels and headed home to our apartment.Daniela was waiting for me and kissed passionately for ages in the doorway.She ran a bath for me and. .....and she knew that, given the opportunity she would willingly bow toand accept such carnal advances....Still staring at herself Michelle leant back slightly as she smoothed thecool, slippery gel between her legs as her hole twitched involuntarilybut in unison with her throbbing cock.Still slowly stroking herself she pressed the cock shaped tip of her slim6" dildo against her hungry opening.Relaxing and moaning softly she let the humiliating sex toy ease gentlyinside.Relaxing further. Angrily I tried to throw the leash away from me but since it was fastened to my neck it didn’t go far. Uncle Mitch calmly endured my hissy fit and pushed me back down into the chair, preventing me from standing. With his hand on my shoulder like I was some kind of pet he was trying to train Uncle Mitch picked up the end of the leash and yanked hard, causing my head to jerk and my throat to gag as he wound up the leash around his hand. I frantically tried to swallow away the knot in my throat. My wits! It was Miller's lack of originality that I had objected to. Maybe I could talk my way out of this?Miller kept sauntering towards us, still wearing that silly lopsided grin. As he approached I finally got a better look at him, but I was no more impressed than before. He was nearly the stereotypical jock: covered with muscles, the biggest of which seemed to have replaced his neck; hair close cropped up the sides but unkempt on top and a shaggy brown mullet in the back; close-set eyes.