Once secured, they are tied together and lead off to the male training center. The rest are females, I was happy to note that there were 12 who were ...younger than 13. Three were in their 30’s and 5 somewhere in their twenties. Christie, out top warden, demanded that they all disrobe, they quickly did, the younger ones hesitating were helped by the thralls.They were lined up and told to stand with their hands by their sides, some of the shyer ones were trying to cover their breasts or vaginas.. Things like that. And the only other rule was, we each only got one shot at it during the day, Saturday or Sunday. If we failed, either one of us, then we had to wait until the next day before trying it again.Her comment had seemed strange to me hearing her say it. It had been a long time, a very, very long time since we'd last played that particular game. She was for whatever reason remembering that, though why she had, and what she'd meant by it before passing out remained a mystery to me.I. My luck was batting 1000. I walked from room to room, checking the place out and opening the windows to let out the stuffy air. I was very happy with my initial impressions. I'd not have to pour a bucket of money into the place which gave me some breathing room before I really had to find a job.The kitchen was empty. It had been professionally cleaned. The fridge and freezer were empty as well, left open and packed with wadded-up newspapers, an old trick to keep refrigerators in storage from. Do you understand???Yes Mistress Susan.??Good. Now go.?She closes the door and I walk back to the car. Mistress Susan is a little shorter than I am, maybe about 5’ 9?, with shoulder length straight red hair. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. The t-shirt was baggy, so I couldn’t really tell what she looked like. She had dark blue eyes.I get the some of the equipment out of the car, and walk over to the right side of the house. There’s an eight-foot privacy fence enclosing the back yard, and I.