Then Astha took off my underwear and told me to start stroking my already hard dick. I obeyed. Then, they told me to eat my own cum and lick the drops...that were lying on the floor.They captured a video of me doing these acts and promised me, “If you act like a loyal slave, we will maintain your privacy. Otherwise, your life will be seriously fucked up forever.”I said, “Thank you, ma’am. I am glad to be your slave.”I don’t know why, but deep inside my brain somewhere, I was liking the whole. "It would be a heck of a coincidence," I pointed out.Swain studied the dregs in the bottom of her cup. "We're out of leads. Maybe..." It's a long shot, but there's nothing to lose following up on this one," Maria concluded.Mom began shredding a napkin. "How can we check it out? The previous owners?" If they haven't skipped town," Maria countered. "Or even really existed. Did they have a mortgage?"Mom shook her head, looking sick. "Paid cash -- or, rather, a certified check, drawn on a local. I hate what they did to my marriage and have always wanted to get revenge on them. I'm afraid that if I did anything that it would backfire and ruin my life even more. Since I met you I thought my life was finally getting back on track." Bree, do you trust me?" Yes, of course, Matt. I trust you." I mean really trust me. Do you want me to help you settle an old score?" God, Matt, I don't know. I don't want to get you involved with my problems. But yes I would trust you with my life. What are you. She then placed a note on Terry's door for him to take a shower and then text her when he was ready. It was about 4:00 pm when she heard his motorcycle come up the drive. She listened for the sound of him moving through the house and then pausing at his bedroom door. After a few minutes, she heard the shower come on and she knew he was getting ready. It was an effort not to get excited. It was about twenty minutes later that her cellphone chirped and she saw the text massage telling her that he.