‘We will get things started. Listen to our entreaties and respond like the master in charge. We will call you master or sir. The audience expects yo...u to call us slut, wench, cunt, slave, stuff like that. As you get the swing of things, it’s okay to get creative and differ the program to suit your tastes.’ They approached the side of the stage. The curtain was down and the stage was pitch-black. Donald jolted as he suddenly senseda little stage fright. He worried that his recent orgasm would sap. I haven't seen him in a while since we don't work together anymore. I agreed to hang with him, and headed over to his apartment. I arrived, and we chilled for a bit, playing some video games. after that, we turned on the tv for a bit. there was a sex scene in that movie we were watching, and after it ended, my buddy said "check this out." he pulled his computer out and quickly pulled up a porn clip that the sex scene reminded him of. we watched it, and it got me thinking...I grabbed the. .. possibilities ... doing my job, Agent Jefferson." Why muddy the waters?" asked the federal agent. "We've got them cold on this one. They're going away forever, if I can ever get the fucking civilians to let me close the case." You married?" asked Harper."Yeah." If somebody kidnapped her, and never got caught, wouldn't you want to know who did it?" You're a crusader!" chuckled Jefferson."I'm a cop. It's what we do. Now, are you going to help me or do I have to go through official channels?". The place is huge; next to his car, there is another one parked, an old black Honda and there is room for yet another one. At the back, a chain-link fence runs from wall to wall, with bikes, shelves and scattered rubbish behind it. That is exactly where he is dragging her by her twisted arm. When they reach the darkest corner of the garage, he pushes her back against the wall, her cuffed wrists in front of her. 'Tramp, (his online nickname for her) you look like a fuckin disaster already,' he.