I see you sat on the couch, starting to take your boots off and walk over to you. You look up, see how little I’m wearing, how perfect my hair is, I...��m wearing your favourite lipstick and perfume.I kneel on the floor and finish taking your boots off, then your socks. I lift your pant legs up a little and gently kiss the bottom of your legs, giving you a taste of what’s to come, if you behave. I move your pant legs back down and stroke my way up your legs, paying special attention to your inner. “Is your fag pussy broken in yet?” He asked.“Never been fucked, yet.” I said.“That’s my girl, I will make you a woman today; you want that don’t you?” He asked.“Yes, broke my ass in.” I knew not to fight him.“I proved Daniela wrong again, she said you wouldn’t be compliant” he smirked and then slid a pillow under my hips, making my ass stick up in the air a little bit more.I start whimpering, as he lubed up and fingered my asshole.I began moaning as I liked my ass being fingered.He flipped my. He came home mumbling about being tired. “I wish I had never got this job” he said. “Well it will feel better when you get paid love” I said. “I guess so” he replied “Trevor arrived on time today. He said you kicked him out”. I chuckled “yes he is as reluctant as you” I said.We sat down and had dinner. I was eager to learn about his life but he wasn’t very forthcoming. We sat watching TV and just chatting about work. He mentioned Susan again. “You sound like at least she gets you to work” I. Now, there was a couple of others here in the room who were witnesses to this reunion, and when they saw the direction that was being laid out, I surely do wish they had counseled their friend toward a different set of circumstances."He looked around the room, perhaps noting the witnesses. Eddie Whitehead and Stan Harvard, stationed on either side of Pick, watched us, also."The upshot of this all is that Mr. Porter, here, has violated curfew repeatedly during this here tournament, broken team.