"It seems my little slave is awake now. Oh don't fret my little slave, just be patient and I promise you'll love what's to come."The voice was male, d...efinitely. She couldn't remember why but it was familiar. Petrified with fear, she stayed still, whimpering as she felt a warm hand on her breast."Your body is so amazing my little slave, and I'm going to make it mine."She whimpered and began to thrash again in fear."Oh yes that's right, thrash around my little slave, I love that."He grinned, he. When I was sixteen, our next door neighbor, Harold Benson (a widower) had asked me if I could help him out with some yard work in the afternoon. I liked the guy. I’d gone to school with his son and we were good friends, so I had agreed to lend a hand. He’d been setting up a tree house for his kids. Once we finished for the day, he passed me a cold brew and asked me to stay a while. I didn’t have anything else to do—and to be honest, I’d been relieved that I wouldn’t have to go home any time. She doesn’t know what she’s saying. I apologize for my sister,” Helen tried to cover it up.“I don’t think so, but you may be right. The Doctor told her that he wanted her to practice moving her toes and asked if she heard him she responded with a barely audible ‘sure’.“Then he was really pleased that she had spoken and he asked her if she felt him touch her foot and she said ‘sure’ again.“Danny” Melissa called my name and I felt light headed as I looked at her.“Yes Melissa, I’m here,” I said. His profile said he had a pierced cock and I knew I wanted to see that up close.He invited me and closed the door. I was nervous and stared at the ground. He came up to me and raised my chin with his hand. “You still keen?” he asked. “Yes” I replied. “Well I want to get started straight away” he said again. “Go to the bedroom, the last on the door left. When you get there, I want you to undress and fold your clothes neatly in a pile at the foot of the bed. I then want you to kneel next to the.