At night, after supper, when his father sat in front of his computer and reviewed the financial news, they would discuss possible investment moves tha...t his father could make. His father explained what the stock market was, what it represented, and how someone who paid attention to the current trends in the economy could accumulate wealth.By the time he entered high school, John had accumulated over one hundred thousand dollars in his make-believe portfolio. His father would explain why the. "Ok, here, swapsies. You open mine and I'll do yours, yeah?" She suggested sweetly. I blushed."Sounds good to me," I replied, taking her envelope."Okay, on the count of three we open. One, two, three!" She said. I saw her eyes light up as she examined my results and I stood there with my mouth open for a good few seconds as I looked at hers. She looked worried."Oh no I didn't do it did I?" She looked crestfallen. I could see her eyes start to screw up, a telltale sign she was about to cry. I. She was six foot two inches tall with an hourglass figure that was to die for. Men looked at it and wept because they knew they would never get to fuck such a fine figure of womanhood. Women looked at the figure and wept because it made them feel so inadequate. Since the hourglass figure covered such a long distance from head to toe, her ass was, of course, big. But it was firm, smooth, and rippled in just the right motions when she walked. In high heels she was a sight to behold. . Her pale nipples were still stiff from pleasure. If there were one thing that did not fit the perfect picture, it would be the fact that she was not a true blonde. The soft curls of her nest were a light brown in color. However, that could be rectified.Steph felt her captor clip on the leather lead and give it a gentle tug. She hopped in that direction, concentrating on the task at hand rather than the two vibrators still buzzing away within her."Did you enjoy that, slave?" the metallically.