To them, we weren’t human. We were toys for their twisted amusement. Their rampant, massive cocks throbbed all the time. The Albanians were loving h...umiliating us! mixed with an ancestral hate for rich girls combined with unleashed lust. Life in their brothels was Hell on earth.The chains on our ankles and gags prying our mouths open told us what we were. We were sex slaves! "?I looked down at the floor and stared demurely at his toes as he examined me .I was sitting on my knees between his legs. "She and Amanda really are that inseparable?"Roquan paused. "Yes." That's insane, you know. No two slaves should be that attached to each other." Or an Overlord to his slaves. But we both appear to be guilty of that."Rennis nodded. "There's something else that's been bothering me, Roquan." He turned and faced Roquan. "It's something that seems to have fallen through the cracks." And that is?" Gronnus."Roquan caught himself before he could let the disdain show on his face. "Does he matter. The three men at the table were playing poker and drinking coffee. The Ghost was ready to attack, now that he knew where his enemies were.The Ghost had a big advantage in that there were only four gas lamps spaced around the warehouse, insuring that there was little ambient light and many deep shadows. There might have been more light if a man was ambitious enough to trim the mantles, but nobody cared enough to do that little chore.The Ghost checked out the roof and found the hatch that led. "Honey, were is this stone now?" Karen asked. "Under my pillow?" he said doubtfully. He couldn't remember seeing itthere when he had gotten up. "Want me to go find it?" "I'll go find it for you," John said when he saw his wife tighten herhold around Chris, unwilling to give up the comfort of his warm littlebody. He may have been transformed into a girl, but he was still herchild and right now he needed her, almost as much as she needed him. John rose, walked into the children's bedroom and.