When I pulled off the main road, the black car was still following me. I made a right on the next street, and it followed. A few miles further and the... a left, it was still behind me. When I approached the intersection I stopped for the red light. I looked back, the car kept its distance, three cars behind. I had to get out of there, I didn’t like this. I checked the intersection, there were no cars coming in either direction. The light was still red but I went for it and stepped on the gas. It. Hung out at each other's place. I really liked the guy.We had a long weekend come up due to a holiday and planned a road trip. Go out on the road for a couple of days, see a few sights, eat different stuff, maybe get laid. I had noticed that he wasn't really into women. He rarely looked at them. I didn't get a gay vibe from him, though. I assumed he maybe was a prude or not that interested in sex. Me, I was a dedicated horn dog. If it turned out he was gay, it wouldn't matter to me. . “But, Daddy, you said you’d handle it.”“I think, when it comes to handling a matter, some countries have vastly more experience ... and far less conscience in doing so.”“But Daddy ... who shall escort me to the Prom?” She loved her older brother ... more than her daddy suspected. He had promised, cross my heart and hope to die, to escort her to her Junior Prom.“We’ll work something out.”“Thank you, Daddy.”The bubbly teen kissed her father on his forehead ... leaving a bright red lipstick. I wore only my stiletto heles. Then I got down on my knees onto the carpetI smelled my own sweat odor, knowing that Victor loved it…I was facing the door, when I heard the bathroom door opening. I closed my eyes and waited. Footsteps sounded on the carpet.Then a black silky handkerchief covered my eyes and a pair of soft hands tied my wrists to my back with a piece of cloth.Those hands touched my shoulders. The contact made me shiver.I noticed he was kneeling in front of me. He pushed my.