” He snickered and looked to the ground as we walked up the stairs to his house. His shaggy blonde hair was not a distraction to me, nor his defined...eight pack. What caught my attention almost instantly was the bulge in his pants. The thought of his twelve inch dick would make any pussy tremble and embarrass any black man. All I knew was I needed to get close to him without the family around. He sat down on the couch and I took my place as any girlfriend would, right next to him. The best part. What I had to settle for was an old two story thirty unit motel on the edge of town. It was old enough so as not to be on any of the reservation services list. The weekly rate wasn't too awful, so I took it for a week. I was pretty sure the "Few" would be at least that long.The motel had fallen to one of those 'english barely spoken here' type motels. Since I wasn't hiding, but also didn't want to be too easy to find, it seemed ideal. The room I took was on the ground floor, there was no rear. She had no choice... Claire was resting on a small chair, but the only point of contact was her thighs. The rest of her body was pulled tight by wrist chains tied from the ceiling and ankle chains tied to the chair legs kept her body stretch out thereby defenselessly presenting her to her uncle.He was sitting comfortably in front of her. He contemplated her with satisfaction. Her fan—tastic body, convinced him he had made a good buy.The posture was real torture for Claire. Her toes were. “Since just before his wife died, as a matter of fact.”“Has he noticed that you’re more than the office furniture, yet?” I asked. That was quite a question coming from me. I normally avoid personal questions like the plague.“No, because I’m not.”“And what’s that mean?”“It means that I’m ... I’m just a piece of office furniture, is what it means.”“Tell me a little about yourself,” I pursued. “To me, you’re a very lovely voice on the telephone, but that’s all.”“I’m five feet eight, brown hair,.