"No. No, master," said Adam quietly."Why not, Ashley?" asked Conrad quietly, now practically nibbling onAdam's ear."Because....you're too....." Adam'... voice was shaking. He was breakingdown."I'm too what?" said Conrad breathing heavily.Adam was now crying. "Too....strong.....master...." That's right," said Conrad. "You know now there is no escape....don'tyou?" I don't.....I just want to.....I don't know anymore....."Conrad flexed his grip. "You don't know anymore, what?" I don't know. ”“Your wives don’t suspect?”“Stan’s knows all about it,” said a voice behind me.I whirled around. A naked woman was standing in the living room doorway. For a second I nearly choked on my pad thai, and Stan was about to start pounding on my back when I finally got my throat clear.Stan’s wife -- for that's who it was -- was gorgeous -- tall and curvy, with big round breasts and sensuous hips. Flaming red hair flowed to her shoulders and formed a thick triangle between her legs. Her skin was as. They fit perfectly, not so tight that they were pinching and cutting off circulation, but not loose enough that her feet would rub and chafe. Shackles were put on each of her wrists and locked into place. A metal collar was put around her neck and locked. With each click her heart skipped a beat. Just a few moments ago she was cold, now she was hot, her body burning with anticipation.Then she heard it, the telltale sound of heavy duty chains. Not the tinkling of the lighter aluminum chains,. At least, he was fairly mobile with the crutches and I helped him get on the stool and private things like that. He was really embarrassed about such things but I made a big joke out of it and we both laughed about it more and more with each passing day.Jimmy was still pretty upset with the fact that the football scouts would not be able to see him play and have a chance at making the team and a shot at a scholarship. I was in full agreement with him but all I could do was get down on my knees.