They must have drugged me. Who? I didn’t know. Maybe one of the other Realtors saw me as competition. Or maybe someone figured out I recently receiv...ed a lush inheritance from my great-uncle Robert. I rolled over onto my back and kicked the top of the trunk hoping it would jump open. However laying on my back hurt my arms. It felt like the circulation in my wrist got cut off and my fingers started to tingle, so I rolled onto my side again and wriggled them a few times, until they felt alive. 'But, why, master?' I managed to ask.'You are to be taken to the slave pens.''No, master, that must be some mistake, I am free.'I felt my cheeks blush.'You are the property of master Firul and will be taken to the slave pens on his behalf.''I am not the property of master Firul, master, that is a mistake.''Will you strip or shall I order my men to strip you?''But, please, master, I do not understand.''The papers are in order,' he replied.He didn't prove it by showing me the papers. I could. Both nice guys, and they seemed to have a very clear idea of what they were working on. Ethan had all kinds of stories about working with Ryan Adams. I sigh. Guys like that always made it look so easy. I wonder, what would Bennie say about that? What would August? I take out my cell phone and dial. ‘Hello?’ a warm, elderly female voice answers. ‘August Cooper, please.’ The voice immediately grows even warmer. ‘Well, now, you must be Jake.’ She sounds like the way I imagine Santa Clause’s wife. So I did. Long hard streams of cum jetted through me into her. She ground her pussy against me, grabbing my ass, working towards her own climax. Uhh, uhh, uhhhhhhhhh, she moaned as she rumbled towards ecstasy. I was beat but happy. She was beat and hungry for more. I always wondered what it would be like with you, Jon, Fran whispered, and it was better than I ever imagined. With that she kissed my chest softly as she made her way down my stomach, swirling her tongue in little circles. I.