‘Yes,’ I replied. I explained, although Gwen probably knew already, that I had proposed on New Year’s Eve and Bronwyn hadn’t said yes or no, a...d had been cool to me since then… ‘And she jealous of me?’ Gwen wrote. ‘Yes, by why? You kissed me once, and she was there beside me,’ I protested. ‘She thinks you have been seeing me behind her back.’ ‘I haven’t!’ I retorted. ‘No. But I had acquired a boyfriend, a friend of yours — James. Bronwyn doesn’t think I should have a boyfriend…’ ‘Why on earth. I decided to play along with her. It was probably the only way I was ever going to get any work done, I reasoned. I tied her wrists together tightly enough so that she couldn't escape her bonds. She giggled in anticipation, as we both stood up and I pulled her across the room to the infamous weight bench from the day before.Without a word, I turned her around to face me, as I guided her legs back so they straddled the bench, and then I tied the belt high over her head. I stepped back, and I. I was about to become a father many times over, and I was beginning to have second thoughts about dumping my progeny out into the world as raw slaves. It just didn't seem right to me to treat my children that way. The question was, how was I going to get Atrina to come around to my way of thinking. The only way that I could figure was to make a sound economic argument.I started out be asking, "Atrina, at what age do you sell your new slaves?" I usually sell through a broker when they are around. The boy behind her rolled her tight t shirt up and off her body over her head. The bra was snapped off as excited hands tried to undo the clasp. It was destroyed.Amy now only wore her little socks and runners. The boys were even more excited seeing her tight little naked hot body.She was picked up effortlessly and flipped over. A group of boys suspended her face down in the air holding her by her ankles and wrists spread eagle. Her firm tits hardly moved from gravity. They begged to be.