Can I take you somewhere for a drink? We can continue to talk afterwards." I thought you'd never ask."***Anne Summers turned down the evening news and...picked up the telephone in the kitchen, where she was preparing a special dinner for her expected guest. "Hello?" Mrs. Patrick Summers?" Yes, this is Anne Summers." Mrs. Summers, I am sorry to disturb you. My name is Frank Sturgess. I am a detective with the New York Police Department. Is this a bad time?" Well, I'm in the middle of fixing dinner. ”“How much longer until I can be in the Sun anyway?” She asked.“I don’t know. It really just depends on how much you feed. By the way, have you eaten today?” I asked.“You mean, drank that fucking sticky shit? Yeah I had a little bit. It’s really fucking gross.” Kayla wrinkled her nose.“Yeah, I know.” I nodded.“How long did it take you?” She asked.“Months. Almost a year to be out for any real length of time. I also fed a LOT. “ I said, trying to think back. It had been a while.“A year! Fuck! I. Then I got dressed and went out.Over a few days I noticed that was being spied upon. The person was always in the shadows and looking directly into my bedroom window when I was getting dressed or undressed. I put on a good show of my naked body and played with my cock near the window. The person watching kept on watching me.Then one day I was just about to enter the ground door of my flat when a lady called me over for some help. Her car had a flat tyre. I recognised her as someone who lived in. She felt Headmaster Michael pull his cock out of her pussy and the sudden rush of fluids run down between her legs to spread over her anus. She turned over on the desk, huddled in a ball as she cried, humiliated."Clean up in the bathroom. You have five minutes," Michael ordered her, watched as she walked to the bathroom, her hips swung as she walked, his cock hardening again."You did a good job with her Michael. Will she be as willing with me?" It will take a little more pain, but she will.