Corey was amused by the sudden realisation that Achmed had gone away and forgotten her handcuffs. Even more significantly she had forgotten them herse...f. A girl must indeed be both physically and spiritually enslaved when such an acceptance of chains was carelessly automatic. She made her familiar tug against the steel bands. They were tight as ever. She would not escape them. She shrugged away the loss of her arms in resigned indifference. She was still sitting on the boards when Achmed. I would find out that night as she an Kathy had planned a party and I was to be the maid. I was told that I would serve the guests any way they wanted and that I would wear the French Maids uniform I had on."Now run along Samantha, I need you to get prepared for tonight."Both woman laughed as I went into the kitchen to prepare for the party they were hosting. Dissipate all that was going on she worked with a smile on her face and she whistled as she worked preparing all sorts of snacks and. The trucker took a step towards me and placed a firm hand on my butt cheek. He squeezed and grunted ?That’s a pretty ass boy.? He took his other hand and slid it around my waist to my cock as he took another step closer and tightened his grip around my but cheek. With my dick half erect and still pissing a heavy stream he lightly gripped it and started stroking it. I remembered it getting harder and harder until I couldn’t piss any longer. His fingers playfully ran along my urethra catching the. ”She gave me a long look, “I don’t suppose you’d consider...” I stopped her with a look.“Sorry, you know my rule; I don’t do book signings so close to home.”“You can’t blame a girl for trying can you?” I laughed and left her.It was four days before an e-mail popped on my screen from an a.l.lee with the subject line: “Can Daniel read me a story?” It was a simple message, “Would Daniel like to read me a story over dinner,” with a telephone number and a list of possible dates. The first was on the.