He didn’t do anything around the house or yard and he was content to live off of Constance’s divorce settlement. They didn’t even have sex anymo...re, so what was the point of keeping him around. The Coleman house was a nice setup with a private backyard and swimming pool. There was a small apartment over the garage that Connie had decided to rent out. When she interviewed the handsome Bruno the deal was quickly sealed. He was attending the local community college and had a part time job. He had. He kissed her neck and began pulling her top over her tits. His hands began massaging her huge globes and felt her nipples get hard. He pulled her top over her head and let it fall to the floor. Then his shirt followed it. He pulled her tits tight to his chest and he pulled up the short skirt his hand gripped her ass and pulled her tight to his cock as he kissed her exploring her mouth with his tongue. He undid the skirt and pulled it and her panties off and had her naked right there in his. She was playing with her nipples and dancing seductively to the soft hum of the music. As soon as she saw Kevin, she gestured him to sit on the chair which was at the opposite end of the table. Kevin still kept staring at her as if he was in a trance. She got down from the table and whispered seductively, ‘Baby, today is the night for my Fashion Show. So, get ready for the show for your life. This is exclusively for you…’ Kevin couldn’t say anything as he sat on the chair reserved for him. Abby. It took two weeks of Boris aid until I had enough strength to talk and move freely, the only clothes I was wearing was the pink nightie and the butt plug, but I was made to shower twice a day. Tiffany and Boris where feeding me pills which must of been Female hormones, as I had developed small breasts and a girlie voice by this stage. As soon as I had got to the stage, which Tiffany described as stable, she made me sign a document. She told me that night that it was a slave contract and I was.