It helped that her job was a quick walk from her top floor loft apartment she shared with her husband. Sara had been married to Chad, an older, silver... haired, hedge fund manager for 14 years. Years ago, when she was a new attorney working for Chad’s bank her life changed. Even then he had a distinguished look: tall, broad shoulders and piercing brown eyes that smoldered. Those brown eyes focused on her early on in meetings. Her neck flushed red when she noticed his focus on her and turned. After that I got up and saw her eyes and it was glittering with love and lust she was smiling and slowly made me lie in the grass and started removing my tracks and man I was damn cold and the atmosphere itself was making it too hot and she moved my jockey down and was looking at my hard erect tool with an smile she started taking it in her mouth I can’t believe that it was her first time she was really good at that and was sucking my tool like a lollipop she then spitted her saliva on my tool. " says a voice from directly over her, the boy obviously bent over his prey for a closer look. "A bitch in heat. Hey, it even has a collar..." No, please don't!" she begs as he impudently takes her tag in his stubby little mitts, tugging roughly at her neck as he reads it aloud."Slave...call blah blah...and have your way with her, huh?" N-No, please, Oh Master save me!" Who, that old bastard? Nah, he'll be sleeping in like always. Probably won't even answer the phone. Listen." He dials a number. "What if I stay but I don't join the Group?" I said while I felt my heckles rising up."That isn't a choice," Sarah stated coolly, then huffed from Joey's scalding stare and left as sudden as she had arrived."What is this all about, Joey?" I asked as calmly as I could after following her cluster of symbols out to what was probably a car where three other shielded minds were waiting."Tim," Joey said anxiously to my face while putting both hands on my shoulders to get my full attention. "I can't.