LimitsChapter 27 My Place
Michael Once I'd begun gathering slaves who were allowed to have a life of their own, I'd realized that I needed -- we needed -- a place to let my sluts socialize and cavort. There was a perfect place, off the beaten path, that I thought of almost immediately. It was once an impressive clubhouse for an exclusive country club, but the land was in the wrong place and the golf course years ago had been sold and turned into condos and the driving range became a huge concrete parking lot for a...