She smiled."The tattoo on your hand looks very familiar". She looked down, raised her hand and looked at it like a newly engaged woman looking at her ...ing. "You were looking at my tattoo?" Mostly not. I have seen it before but can't think where". "Well I'm the only one who has it. I designed it myself". Then I realised. "Ahhhh! Urrrrmmm..." What?" She asked. "Do you mind if I lean over and whisper this?" She nodded as I'm sure the Penny had dropped. "Are you SexyM from XHamster?" She looked. I didn’t think they’d do much to protect me, given the strength and numbers of my regular security detail, but I did think they would benefit from the effort. I have to admit I was more than a little sexist, putting their training in the same category as women’s yoga in my mind. I didn’t think their efforts would be that strenuous. Later, I’d eat my words.Friday night, we elected to stay in the condo for the evening. The girls prepared dinner with fixings that Barnes had obtained for them. As. She is pissed!" she exclaimed."Kneel at my feet Brittany." I used my no nonsense tone, "NOW!"Indecision flickered across Brittany's upturned face as she stared first up at me and then at her older sister. She made up her mind and crawled next to my feet, turned and went up on her knees to face the oncoming Kimberly. Brittany's hand went to my leg and she leaned against me. I could feel the pressure of her full firm breast mashed against my knee. She was trembling. I laid my hand possessively on. They did not miss a thing. Cages everywhere! They evenhad two special closed boxes they called purge boxes. They were madeinto couches for the ladies to sit on. This is where they put thehard cases. They would lock them up in the box, with no room to movea muscle and no light. They would leave them in the box for up to 16hours. Every male placed in the box was fine for the first couple ofhours, buteventually their muscles would begin to cramp, and they would softlystart asking to be let out,.