" What-what are you saying, Cynthia?" I was starting to suspect what herplan was. I hoped I was wrong."Giselle never left here," Cynthia looked at me ...meaningfully. "Did you,Giselle? The Black Queen won't have to be upset now, because when shewakes up, her little slave will still be here, encased in rubber. Theblond-haired, blue-eyed silent slave whose face she's never seen:,Giselle!" "It'll never work," I tried to argue. "I-I'll move around differently. Iwon't know the routines, the training. They were inseparable growing up and when they became of age andtheir teenage sexuality blossomed it was no real surprise that Nateturned out to be gay. That did nothing to harm their friendship andwhile she grew into a stunning and lovely young woman with many malesuitors, Nate's sexuality was always a sort of deep curiosity for her.She pestered her best friend Nate to let her be there when he was withone of his boyfriends.He finally relented and with Dawn stripped down to her bra and. Carol said she squeezed her sphincter like never before and managed to oblige his demand although she was now consumed with the need to expel the contents well mixed in her ass.“Good girl” Kyle said in a complimentary tone. “After tonight you’ll be an accomplished Ass Slut”.Carol shuddered a little hearing her referred to again as a slut and now even something dirtier that just a normal slut.It was now Brad’s turn and he steppe din to take his place in my wife’s newest pleasure hole. Again he. He was able to handle the bales, averaging 60 to 75 lbs each, walking beside a tractor-drawn wagon and grabbing each bale by its wire bindings and swinging it up to another teenager with hay hooks, who would swing the bale into place on the growing load. Even for June it was damned hot and sweaty work. Hay stems and leaves stuck to his body inside his shirt, down to his waist; the rough stem sides of the bales abraded away his blue jeans, despite the short leather bale apron he wore as he gave.