, This is an improved sequel of slave market……..it has an happy ending so dont pass any type of ratings or comments before atleast reading its end...ng it is a real story inspired from a historical event which lead to a revolution which abolished use of a torturus device named breast ripper………, i used pesonification as aliena in this…………,please read slave market before… Medieval revolution….thanks so lets begin i hope youll enjoy it more than 1st..,ok finally starting..,. The library room was closest to me, so I finished the candy bar, threw the wrapper in the trash, and went to the door. I peered through the small square of embedded glass and saw that, indeed, I was not alone in the dorm. She leaned over the far end of the table, her face obscured by her hands and by the lengthy black hair. She was a small-framed person, fairly short, practically dwarfed by the tall-backed dark oak chairs in the library. From her body language, she was clearly crying, and a. Now you have to just let them go and hope you gave them the right tools to make the decisions. They will get it wrong, they will get hurt but as long as you are there to support them, if and when things go wrong, you can do no more. We’ve been lucky so far. We have good kids that have good friends and haven’t really stepped out of line.” Jim looked at Stefan, “I can’t and won’t tell you how to parent Nessa, but maybe you need to let her find things out for herself.”“You are right Jim, CC told. ” He paused, then looked at me sidelong. “Maybe not as much as you did…”“Richard…”“No, it’s okay. You were supposed to enjoy it; that was the whole reason for doing it.”“You looked like you were enjoying it too. You sure were hard!”“Oh, I know, and I did. It may be the most erotic, sexiest, most exciting thing I’ve ever been a part of…”“But?”He shrugged. “But nothing, I guess. You sure seemed to like his cock.”“He’s a nice guy, and yes, he has a great cock, but so do you.”“He’s.