He laughed loudly as they rounded the bottom of the staircase, "You do me too much honor, my dear!  This is not even my home.  You have my lovely father to thank for your hospitality!"  He dragged Christine into the dining room by a simple rope leash ended in a slipknot around her neck.  "Good evening, Valentine.  I do believe you've met dear Christine.  She is now both scavies and virginity free."  He smiled triumphantly at his brother.  He hadn't changed clothes.  His pants were wrinkled and still smelled of sex.<br/><br/>He pulled the rope through his fist, bringing her body right behind his.  Unlike a properly undressed slave, she wore a long white chemise (http://www.knowlesville.com/vintage/images/dressing-04.jpg) unfastened behind her but held on tightly by ropes (http://a4.vox.com/6a011017b0dbd3860e011017e391dc860e-500pi).  Her hair was tied to the ropes behind her back, keeping her chin in the air by painful leverage.<br/><br/>"Christine?  You've met my brother, Valentine Ambrose.  Don't worry, he's quite a bit smaller then myself, so feel free to service him if you'd like a rest."  He took his place next to his mother's chair.  He loved sitting next to dear old Ma-Ma.  He forced christine to her knees next to him.