They were a perfect pair.In my dream, they had no names, but I'll call them Sara and Brooke. These pretty beauties were my personal and most dedicated...sexual servants, on call to pleasure me whenever I desired. But tonight, I had a second job for them. Both girls wore a silver collar with my name engraved on the surface. They knelt beside me and I hooked the chains that hung from my collar onto theirs. Once we were attached together, the three of us headed downstairs to the party.As we came. All the clothing we just bought was stacked in neat piles on the king size bed that was the focal point of the room.That was scary enough. But sitting in chairs just off camera were a dozen men. They were all staring at us as we entered the room. Well, they weren't so much staring at us as leering. I watched as they made comments quietly among themselves. It was obvious that they were talking about us. Thankfully I couldn't hear what they were saying. I was scared enough.Mr. Kent took us aside. Despite a rocky start and some insensitive juvenile remarks labeling her a ‘half breed’, Ramona flourished at the institution, meeting other deaf children enduring similar struggles. She learned math, to read and write – her mother framed the first post card she received from Mona – and mastered sign language. She found the dormitory luxurious, as it was her first time living with central heat and indoor plumbing. She would forego most social activities to stay in her room and read, and. Whenwe were inside, he unbuttoned a few buttons on his tight shirt. We downed acouple beers, and he asked me what I was going to do to make him forget theticket.I told him to stand up. Then I stood in front of him, and finishedunbuttoning his shirt. He had a t-shirt underneath. I slipped his uniformshirt off, then began nibbling on his nipples thru his t-shirt. His nipplesgot hard, and he began moaning. I looked down and I could tell he wasgetting a hard-on. All of the sudden, he grabbed.