Will you obey me?"I nodded."Master I seek only to please and serve you in what ever way you wish." Then I'll begin." He told me.And I saw what he had ...in mind because he placed a handful of wooden clothes pegs on the chair beside me. He noticed I tensed up."I won't touch your tits, I know you won't like it there. These are going lower down."I said nothing, just tried to breathe deeply as he took hold of one side of my slit and stretched the soft flesh, sliding the first peg into place and. She asked me if I had a girlfriend and I told her yes. "What would she think about her boyfriend moving in the basement of a home owned by a lonely, divorced lady?" "Does it matter?", I laughed. She smiled. "Well the reason I'm asking is because I'm also looking for someone to satisfy me how I want to be satisfied. Of course I'm speaking sexually here. Don't expect a relationship just a nice place to stay with no bills. Of course no pay. I guess you could say I need a good sex slave. So if your. The noise of the pole hitting the pavement was enormously loud at such close proximity. Chips from the paving stones flew up and lacerated my face, the pole fell sideways and crashed into my shoulder, numbing it in a way that boded no good when, eventually, the feeling returned.Angela had fallen when I pushed her aside and scraped her knees. The shock of her fall was wearing off and she started to cry. Again. Her crying made her the centre of attention and soon she was surrounded by her friends. For the women it was because they were uninteresting or unattractive and didn't have a man, but here those problems did rise, they were women, they had all the ingredients for sexual enjoyment and those ingredients were fully exploited and the women made sure they were. However, to find a woman sitting in a wheel chair, away with the fairies was definitely a new agenda and one that required an answer. "What is with the bird in the chair?" Tom asked the hostess."You know Carol?" the hostess.