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I have been watching him for hours tonight (Friday), at the “Taste of Beaverton” festival in Griffith Park, a yearly event that usually lasts the entire weekend. Listening to the sounds of Kool and the Gang I notice he is poised, self-confidant, he struts his bulge attempting to tease the ladies and he’s all male, the best part is, he is alone with no ring on his finger; fair game. I followed him all around noting the huge bulge in his jeans. I have to have him. He is going to be my sex slave. I opened my cell phone and dialed the house. Speaking to one of my roommates I suggested that I have found the “one” and they needed to get down here fast. I didn’t want this one to get away. As the ladies arrived I pointed him out and asked their opinions. They all wanted this one! I asked Brenda if she brought my badge and cuffs, she handed them to me and I tucked my cuffs in the rear waistband of my Levis, my badge on the side out of view for now. I told them the plan to get him away with us. I am going to arrest him! I think walking him out of this very public place in handcuffs is exciting and will embarrass him. The girls agreed and thought nothing of helping me. We have been lucky so far, not one guy has reported us for using him. This was different though, we are going to k**nap this one and keep him for a week. The rest were catch and release! The three of us have shared a house here in Beaverton, Oregon for about thirteen years. Brenda actually owns the house and Sara and I ...

... rent rooms. Over the years we have discovered each of us are very compatible in all aspects of our lives. We love being single, using men sexually and role-playing. Recently we have been talking about k**napping a man and making him our slave for a week. We had to be very selective and careful not to take someone that would be missed. In fact there is a slave auction on Saturday night in our BDSM group where this one will be auctioned for a day. I strolled up to him as he entered the beer tent and asked if I could buy him a beer. He agreed and we found a couple chairs at a table attempting to talk over the music of Kool and the Gang as we drank our beer. He is single and currently in between jobs having just moved here from Colorado. Funny but he says he is a cop!! He must think we are ignorant and don’t know that ONLY women can be cops. His name is Ross and he is going to be our sex slave for a week. I finished the conversation with Ross and wished him good luck in finding a job. I re-joined the girls and told them everything I had found out about Ross and we decided it was just risky enough to keep us excited and chancy that he might turn us in after it was all over. The thrill had the three of us so excited we didn’t want to wait; we are all very hot, wet and excited beyond belief. It was just after dark when the band started playing and most of the crowd moved toward the area of the park where they were playing. I told the girls it was time, so the three of us walked over ...