By the time they had graduated high school they had already processed 15 girls for very satisfied customers, and their net worth was just under a bill...ion US dollars. That was after some very inventive tax preparation to legitimize the mostly cash money they received for their singular product.Also Jessica Taller, one of the original three girls they “Processed”. The daughter of the Boeing Jet executive wasn’t sold to Daddy. He was a total write off, a real “DBD”, (Dead Beat Daddy) it seemed.. At that time there weren’t very many kids in the neighborhood, so when my parents welcomed the Haines to the neighborhood and found a couple of the same age as them with a growing family, a strong friendship formed immediately. The two families never had to knock to enter each other’s homes.I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know Beth Haines. We were inseparable in our toddler and preschool years. In our early school years, she was my best friend even when all the other boys claimed to hate. It had turned out to be a black leather collar, with a small o-ring riveted to the front and a short leash snapped onto the o-ring. The leash was a shiny metal chain, ending in a black leather wrist strap. She had picked up the collar briefly and held it up to her neck, then looked in the mirror. The leash had hung to just a little below her waist.The leash and collar now lay on the bed, where she had dropped them before unpacking. The metal links looked like a shiny puddle on the comforter.. It was taking every ounce of willpower I had not to cum in her elegant hand. My cock throbbed with desperate arousal, pleading for orgasmic release."Open your eyes and look at me," Mistress instructed, harshly. "How will you repay this gesture if I give it to you?" Anything, Mistress. I'll give you whatever you want from me. I'll do anything. Please, I can't hold on any longer." We'll see," she whispered, almost to herself. She tightened her grip and erotically fucked me with her hand."Ohh!" I.