He was naked and cold, the clothing he had been wearing on the street cut off his body by his councilors. The only thing he was wearing was the leathe...r cuffs holding him in place and a slightly too tight leather collar. Eighteen, blond and 5'7" his slim body strained against the bonds that held it in place.He heard the keys in the lock and his councilor entered. The man was in his forties and tall. Fully clothed in a shirt black jeans and work boots, Josh felt even more vulnerable. "Good. You're safe with me."After another deep breath, she began to undo her jeans and took them off so that she was standing barefoot in her panties. Another deep breath was exerted, and she reached down to take off her panties, exposing her cleanly shaven crotch and vagina."What now?" Jill asked."Stand in front of the window again. I want you to look down at the busy street and see if anyone notices you."Jill walked over to the window and looked down at the street. People were going about their. Oh shit... it was Morgan Bryant! The Morgan Bryant – my absolute favourite country music artist I had specifically flown all the way from Australia to see. “Mind if I sit?” All I could do was nod... then panic as I realised the nod could have suggested that I did, in fact, mind. I stuttered, “Sure, uh... yes... please sit.” My face burned bright red as I realised I had just told THE Morgan Bryant to “sit” as though I was commanding my two cattle dogs – Diesel and Dixie – back home on the farm.. "Ebay," he said, "It's a classic, look I got a king size mattress inside."He had but it was bent up at the sides but there was a seat in the back, one if them wood ones from a garden centre screwed down with wood screws.We piled in, Norman in front on account of his size, the rest of us in the back, but at least the seat faced backwards, so we wasn't going to fly off when we crashed."You got the tools?" I asked."Sledge hammer, and you got the drill?" Al replied."Strap on?" I asked and Sandra.