.The idea of starting a collection of sex slaves had started back in the hungry years, a reaction to the sneering looks I got from salesgirls and wait...resses, and the not so polite refusals of some of the women I had wanted to date. The irony was that now those same women would be more than happy to hang out with me, more than happy to share in the celebrity lifestyle and parties. So my sights moved on to women who would not want to be in my company of their own free will. To house my Collection. She can hear her breathe catching but resists the urge to delve into her own warmth. She aspires to keep the fire kindled, without a burst of flame, yet. She rubs her lips, wandering a finger over the fleshy planes. Reward is a glorious rush of desire, trickling through her limbs. It is building into a welcome wetness pooling just below her fingers, just outside her reach, luxuriant torment. One knowing hand seeks her breast, fondles the nipple and knows the quick joy of a pinch. She squirms,. "I can feel Doug's cock moving inside you, Diane." "Do you like it, baby? Do you like fucking Diane in the ass?" "It's great, Diane. You want me to fuck you harder, like Doug said?" "Yes, fuck me nice and hard, baby." "And see if you can get down a little lower," Doug requested. "That way our balls will rub together while we fuck Diane." Jim adjusted his angle and based on Doug's satisfied moan I'd say he got what he wanted. They both picked up the pace, while I found it best to. My friend is in his early 60's tall and slight in build with grey hair and a worn with life face. The other night I was up late, horny, watching porn and slowly fingering my pussy when I herd a loud crash followed by hurried shuffles, then silence for some time. I listened closely my friend should be asleep? What was that noise? I opened my door and walked down the hall in the dark. As I approached my friends room I could see the door was a jar and light was coming out from within??? So I.