In the short time I had to clear my throat and mouth, he found them and some hose. He took the skimask and pulled it backwards over my head to keep t...e gag in. Straddling my back, then he used the hose to strangle me. "You're a panty boy now aren't you..." I felt the hose tighten. He crushed my body under his and mercilessly strangled me. I felt things in my head and felt I was spinning, falling... convinced I was going to die.I came round on my back and realized his intent as fingers. I'll email him later tonight, see if anything has changed." Meredith, are you insane? You're in contact with a cop and asking questions about a missing girl?" Relax Dad ... she's a low priority and Peter won't say anything – not unless he wants everyone to know about some other common interests of ours. When I decided to keep an eye on Natalie, I reached out to some friends in the Chicago area, and they provided an introduction – Little Peter met Mistress Vashanti. It's been profitable for me.. We might as well accept it. We're stuck here for a month." No," Cindy said, shaking her head. "I don't believe that, Suzie. There has to be a way for us to get out of here. There has to."Suzie got off her bed and sat down beside Cindy, running her fingers through Cindy's thick, curly hair. "Well, I ain't really worried about a jail-break at the moment. I've got other things on my mind." Like what?" Cindy asked softly."Like how sore my little cunt is from that bitch Grotten fucking it with her. Jim looked up and out his dining room window. He waved and I waved back.“Oh, la, la, la!” I texted.Suddenly it dawned on Jim that he was providing me a perfect view of his manhood. He grabbed a towel and texted back, “You pervert!”I sent him back a smiling emoji.Jim turned his back to me and removed his towel. Oh my God, he had the perfect ass and he knew it.“Bring it over here,” I texted back.“I’ll think about it,” Jim replied, ending our brief chat with “TTLY.”I was ticked. It wasn’t fair for.