For the next half hour, you sit in the musty pocket of the older man who's just purchased you. You barely had time to survey the creep whose property you are, except for his large hooked nose and unkempt brown hair which is lightly peppered with grey.
As he walks, his pocket slides against his hip, and every so often you cringe to feel your back bumping up against a large lump which you're sure is his warm cock and balls.
Soon, you hear the shuffling of feet up stairs and a keys jangle up above. As soon as the man's door slams shut, his somewhat aged hand reaches in and fishes you out.
Though he can easily hold you in his broad palm, the man's fingers make a point of snaking all around you, rubbing up against your most intimate areas. "Well, hello there. I'm Jonathan. Pleased to meet you." He wears the sleaziest, most depraved grin you've ever seen as his eyes wander over you, giving you the chills. "You'll be living under my.. roof from now on, so I suppose I ought to show you around."
Jonathan turns his hand so you're given a view of his home. It's..
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