. I ask her what's the occasion… she says "I want to talk to you about something but I know you're cranky until you have breakfast so eat up". "w... can talk while I eat if that's OK with you". "ok... I stayed up half the night thinking about this and I want you to hear me out will you do that? Will you let me say all of what I need to say before you say anything?" "sure I will it will give me time to eat." "OK here it goes… I want to be you're sex slave... I fit all the criteria… I'm a. I took my shower and came out of the bathroom in towel and heard a knock on the door. I opened and it was Seema. I observed she touched up her make up before she entered my apartment and was smelling good. I was dripping wet in towel exposing my bare solid chest and rock solid abs. She was like feeling nervous. I asked her so what is it about. Then she started to give me some bullshit reasons like why she was mad and so on. Then she asked me about the last comment I made. She was like telling. I could hear you talking to the policeman. I knew you were straightening everything out, and there wouldn't be a problem.I could see vague movement out of the corner of my eye, and hear you and the officer approach. "Sweetie? I'm going to go wait by the car - you do whatever the officer tells you to, and this will all go away."I sniffled - I know I did, I was on the verge of tears...scared, embarrassed and yes, even still horny. A good assfuck has always led to me wanting more hard cock buried. I was devastated. She stood there talking to them for a couple of minutes. Whatever she was saying, they were really enjoying. They broke out in laughter several times. Finally, they appeared to agree on something and Marianne turned and left. She came out the front door, stopped long enough to bum a cigarette from the guy on the steps, then walked over to me, laughing."Feel like an asshole yet?" she asked."Yes," I moaned. "Why did you give them my skirt?" So that you'd have to go in to get it.