Benny was saved from answering by the arrival of my temporary owner. The man was short, enormously fat, and had some sort of bad skin rash. He was nasty looking and i involuntarily flinched away from him. His men saw Benny out and he made me strip. The rest of the girls in the holding room were huddled into the corners looking relieved that it was my turn and not theirs. Once my clothes were off there was the normal bending over and inspection of my intimate places, rough impersonal fingers poking and prodding. I bore this well, it being something i was used to. Finally i was redressed in head to toe black and soft black cuffs strapped to my wrists. I smiled at them. If this house needed cuffs to get their girls to go where they wanted them to, maybe the handlers had a light touch. But i would never see the inside of a house. From that holding room i was taken straight to a huge warehouse. It was absolutely crawling with young boys and girls. Girls both very young and almost old. The cuffs at my wrists were removed long enough to take off my clothes and then i never took them off again until the very end of my stay. By then my wrists were torn and bruised by the constant wear and tear and those cuffs but that mattered little. Where i was going achy wrists were the least of my worries.
