Help me to remain always a slave.There is no calendar for me to see. Not in the kitchen, not in any of the corridors or rooms I have been in. I have c...mpletely lost track of how long I have been here, but it must have been weeks and weeks and weeks. Or even months?What will Joe think now? Or my parents? What will they think of me? Will they think I have just run away? Will the police look for me? The girl, Neena, shredded my passport and Joe must have noticed that it is missing from our home,. When we got to the house I lugged in a suitcase while my wife got things from the car.Kathi was in the kitchen and asked where her sister was. I told her it would take a minute because she was looking for something. Kathi grinned and lifted her skirt. She had no panties on and her cunt was smooth as a baby's butt. We kissed and I fingered her slit while she groped my hard cock. She whispered, "you two are sleeping upstairs. I will be awake. I am going to be sure she will sleep well tonight.. She talked about the next game and reminded everyone it was an away game and the football team would be riding the bus. She said we could all ride with one another. The only difference would be if they won, I would ride back home with the boys on the bus to service them. Then she released us to go home.Everyone left and I walked out the door and started home. It was actually a longer way than what I normally take, but it is what Mistress wanted. I left the parking lot and walked out onto the. Her mind danced all around that small two letter word. What “us” was he talking about?“Why do you think I asked you to do things with me?” His question was soft and she had to strain to hear it. She thought back to that night in the park, when he’d stopped to talk to her.“You said you wanted to get to know me,” she said.“I understand now why you accepted,” he said. “I thought you wanted to get to know me too. I thought both of us were trying to understand the other side a little better.”She.