"I turned and looked at Stacey. "I...I've never done anything in front of other people. And I don't want to...share you." "Ah, do not worry," she said...as she rubbed my thigh. "We will not trade men." She laughed. "That is so nice." She then became serious. "My old...hombre - he used to threaten to give me to his men. They would come into the bedroom while he was doing me. They could hear us as he screwed me." Honey," I said as I grabbed her hand. "I promise not to ever do that to you."Jenna and. The drive home was long and boring, but it did give plenty of time for thinking and eating. An hour into the drive, Roger broke out the smoked salmon. Their intention was to have just a bite for each. Yeah, just like eating one potato chip. Well, one more bite, then another and before they hit the next town the salmon had been gobbled up. Only the bones remained and four very happy bellies. On the rest of the drive, Mike and Roger were both lost in their thoughts. The girls were tired, bored,. ‘Not really, I just think out loud a lot. Makes me sound like I am trying to understand the universe,’ Roger said. ‘Then what are you doing,’ the blond asked. ‘Just trying to stay clean,’ Roger said. ‘So who are you DOJ, US Marshal, or CIA?’ ‘None of the above, Acme security,’ she said. ‘I was told you might be looking for a system. I have been contracted to set up such a system.’ ‘I am not buying it,’ Roger said. ‘I had a house fire in this morning, and you are here at 7PM. That’s just way to. So, we were all awfully startled when the Demon King himself came striding around the corner, his son in tow. Rone was rarely ever seen down these dank alleys, although he was an extravagant purchaser of some of the best, foreign sex slaves in the kingdom.I was new to this place. I had been captured in Deadwood, Texas, and brought here. I had been locked up in an asylum because of my demonic looks (which was nothing more than a pair of wolf ears). Oh, where are my manners? My name is Alexandra..