30pm and kept the phone, on that day night I couldnt sleep properly after hearing her sweet voice and dreaming about her cute face, and I wake up in t...e morning at 4.30am itself but I couldnt sleep properly and again I slept at 5.30am and wake up at 9.30am and had the bath and wear the clothes and went to hotel and had my breakfast and just for making time pass till other one and half hour I went rounding and at sharply 12.30pm I went near by her house and called to her cell and she only pick. It also kept her from knowing who her blackmailer was, which was intentional. She did not want him to feel threatened by her knowing his identity. The voices were getting more animated and a cheer or two was heard. “Somebody’s having a good time”, she thought.Suddenly a door flew open, and the voices sounded much louder. She heard her blackmailer’s voice, saying “Showtime, Slut! Time to suck a few dicks”. He grabbed her leash and let her into a large room, like a conference room, or something.. “Moody fucker”, she whispered to herself as she stomped down the hall petulantly.The weekend came, and she was glad to have a Saturday to herself. She turned off her phone and enjoyed a day of solitude, spending her time on simple things like cleaning her room, reading in the bathtub, and not having to sit directly on a bruised ass for hours at a time. The day was peaceful for her, but she tossed and turned before going to sleep, her thoughts invaded by images of the old priest. Tiny clips of. He hesitated."I won't tell you again," she snarled at him.David slowly began to undo the belt on his trousers and then, with aresigned shrug of his slim shoulders, let them fall to the floor,revealing the black silk stockings and the straps from the corset."My, my, what have we here?" she muttered, "And the rest".He paused and then realised that she wanted him to remove the rest of hismale clothing. All the while keeping his gaze firmly averted from thewoman he removed his jacket, his tie and.