.. stood aside to await my coffee - and thought nothing of it... or so I thought... she did have a nice ass, but I was tired...She wanted to strike up... a conversation anyway, so rather than let her stammer her way through thanking me - I asked how her day was... complimented her on her shoes (innocuous enough I guess and they suited her... not pumps - but medium soled and patent leather - not over done at all for what she was wearing) She mentioned she had just been for an interview and where. She began to accept her status as a slave and, now that anythought of escape had been effectively quashed, she began to relax intoher new role. Mr. McMillan noted the softening of her expression with asmall nod of approval. He had trained many slaves over the years andrecognized the transition into the slave mindset. This would make thetraining go much faster and the finished product would soon be ready forthe client. He had promised that this slave would be ready in sixmonths, but now he. Oliver explained as he handed Timothy a key and a towel.The old man opened his locker, put the duffel bag inside, and started to get undressed. First, he took off his shirt, then he pulled down his pants and underwear. After putting everything neatly away, he turned to Timothy.The boy was still mostly dressed. When seeing Mr. Oliver standing naked next to him, he quickly removed the rest of his clothes.Mr. Oliver had d****d his towel over one shoulder, and Timothy did the same. Again, he had to. . He told me to take off the singlet. I stood there in the red mesh N2N jock strap, and saw me getting aroused. He said rather than send me away, he’d let me in if I helped them tonight. He pulled out Chrome gauntlets, chrome arm bands, and a full harness with chrome accents. I put on the harness on and he nodded that I knew what I was doing. He grabbed the strap intended for my cock and looked me straight in the eye as he pulled out a heavy and wide chrome cock ring. He pulled open my.