But Scott Nelson wasn't about to sell his equipment. He'd spent fifteen years working in an accounting office and saving every dime he could for his h...obby. When he and Joyce broke up, Scott had resigned his accounting job to set out to pursue his life-long dream--to become a commercial photographer.The first several months had been an adventure. He'd done some marvelously creative work in Omaha and Denver, but the financial rewards did not break him even. So he picked up odd jobs here and there. " He turned towards the others. "Elsa, why don't you bind the others so they can watch and maybe get them a little warmed up. I'll get to them soon."Max spread Sue's legs and bound them to the bottom of the slanted supports at the end of the bench, opening her wide. He then pushed her forward, arranging her along the length of the padded bar, her engorged tits on either side, and stretched her arms to the bottom of the legs on the opposite end. He attached her wrist cuffs to chains and pulled. “Thank you for riding Melly Airways, please deposit all airsick bags in the receptacle to our left,” Melly said jokingly.The girls all hopped out and headed to the house while I was still unstrapping myself.Just before they entered the house, Melly called over her shoulder. “Hurry up, slave, it’s lunchtime, and I’m hungry.”Oh my god, I thought it was her last night. I walked into the house and heard laughter coming from the kitchen. I walked in, but only Connie, Rachel, and Betty were. Mia could ski and snowboard like a champ; Martin had taught her well.After that outing, Mia had gone to lunch and dinner with Angel and Jordan many times and as the weather had become warmer, the three of them had gone into the city to see some theater. Mia often stopped by Jordan's office after school to see her mother, or she went over to Jordan's house on a Saturday afternoon just to hang out. Angel and Mia had become a lot closer in very short amount of time and Mia could talk to her mother.