I held her then started to caress her back and eventually over her ass. I squeezed her nice firm butt cheeks. She slowly calmed down and only then pul...led away."So tell me what this is about?"She took a deep breathe. She seemed still distraught. She might break into tears again any minute."My friends, there's five of us," she began. "We've been together since we were fourteen."I knew this familiar story. I interrupted, "You've agreed to do things around the same time."Natalie nodded."I want you. How do you like the stocks over there?" she asked, pointing. "Imported from England. Cost a pretty penny too, I might add. And see those shackles hanging on those chains? Made by one of the best 'old world' blacksmiths in France. I must admit though that most of the leather goods in here I had custom made locally. Like this training table. Feel that." Mmmmm, nice work," I said honestly, passing my hand over the soft leather surface and admiring the craftsmanship. I also noted the kid leather. " Peyton pleaded with me as if scripted."I spare your life and you dare make demands of me, Persephone?Pledging one's servitude does not usually include an appeal for a lifeto be saved!" He has obviously been misled by the writings of your conquests,M'lady, or he would not willingly serve these charlatans!" Charlatans? We are the Third Reich- the chosen ones! We are the re-emergence of the Aryan race!" Maj. Klingenschmidt spat as he proudlyargued the misguided teachings of this terroristic. The pizza was already paid for, so she was going to let the boys answer the door and eat the pizza wherever they wanted, which was probably up in her son’s room. She had too many thoughts running through her mind and the last thing she wanted was to face the hormone-driven teenagers in her home.Boys will be boys, Brooke, she told herself, pacing back and forth in her darkened room. “And I guess that booty will be booty, even if it is your own mother’s.She tried making more sense of it but.