She, for obvious reasons, was worried about meeting someone from this site. I told her that I was a bit nervous as well, but was willing to give it a ...hot. She asked how it would work. I said how about we meet at a public location, coffee shop, bar, something like that, and if we were both comfortable with it, we could go forward, and if not, we would go our separate ways. She agreed. We decided to meet at a small neighborhood bar.I got there a few minutes early and ordered a beer. She came in. I know this will sound messed up but If I had a home in the suburbs or country with a basement or extra room/space. I would make a plan and if the opportunity came I would lure a female into my home and keep her as my sex slave. Her sole purpose from the day I have her in my possession will be purely for my sexual pleasure. She will be fed and kept alive only so I can have sex with her. My depression and social issues have left me with no choice. I’m sick of masturbation and paying for sex. As. Desdemona hovered in the air and waited as the girls’ momentum carried them up into the cavern. The tunnel vanished underneath them, and the girls landed hard against the cold rocky floor. Tricia was momentarily stunned as she hit the ground, her breath knocked out of her, and she rolled in pain as the fire whip dissolved from around her waist.Desdemona landed gracefully while carrying the struggling boy. Joey kicked and fought against her. The demoness gestured upward, and a large iron cage. First week went by without a hitch. He always seemed to compliment me, offer me a smile and a pat on the shoulder. It was nice. I spent my day putting in data, getting rid of old paper spreadsheets. My father had been right easy work.Then it started to change. Mr. Donaldson's pats went from my shoulder to my ass. Sometimes it'd linger, cupping the curve of my butt through my skirts. He'd get right up behind me, pressing himself against me as I'd work through the file cabinets. I could feel his.