"Hello, Brad, are you there? Are you okay?" It was Angel."Yes, I'm here. I couldn't wait to talk to you, so I thought I would call." I know my voice p...robably sounded dejected. "Sara said you had company." Barry is hardly company. He's my brother. He and his wife live in the same apartment building as me and Sara." Wife? Barry's married?" I asked."What's gotten into you, Brad? Are you okay? Yes, my brother Barry has been happily married for, going on ten years. He's one of the doctors at the. It was not her opponents that Francine needed to fear. She despatched them with increasing ease. There was a ticking time bomb very much nearer home than the Arena.Seven weeks after her second anniversary as a slave, Francine lay strapped on a table in the dungeon. She was five hours into her eighteen hour day and trying not to cry out. It wasn't just the electricity pulsing though her tortured body every couple of minutes. Red hot irons had been used on her chest and stomach. And she was. One afternoon she was "doing" her nails as I watched with greatfascination while I asked her about the process. After responding to afew of my questions she casually reached for my hand and proceeded topolish my nails so that they matched hers in all but the length. As partof the process she took an emery board and reshaped my nails to a morefeminine shape. I was mesmerized by it and while nervous and tryinghard not to appear enthusiastic I was secretly thrilled. My hands couldnever look as. " Linda said. I could not help but notice she was wearing only a sleep shirt, her hard nipples sticking out. My cock was hard but I figured with everyone in the house I would get the water and go back to bed. "Is all the boys asleep?" Linda asked. "Yes" I replied. "Well come over here and slide into me, lets have a quickie, but be very quite." She said as she lifted her shirt and spread her legs leaning against the counter. I quickly moved to her and she pulled my cock out and guided it right.