" I have a little apartment I got while I was in college. It's small, but when the building converted to garden apartments--you know condos--I decided...to buy it. It's homey, filled with a few of my own grandmother's pieces, things she gave me before she passed away." I am surprised you like a small place, I was picturing you in a huge house." No, I like the hominess of it. I used to travel a lot after college, business here and there. Having my place as a refuge was perfect. Very few of my. A few minutes later I emerged from the shower refreshed and feeling like a new man. I dried off, tied the towel around my waist and strolled to my bedroom.As I pushed open the door, I was surprised to see my daughter standing by the bedroom window. She hadn’t seen me enter the room, as she was looking out the window with her back towards me. The way she was standing there in the sunlight, framed by the walls and the gauze curtains made an awful pretty picture and I had to take a moment to look. He poured two cups when he saw I already had one and handed one to his dad. Roger kissed me on the cheek and then sat at the kitchen table with Bobby.Roger took a sip of his coffee and spoke to Bobby, “I won’t need you at the store today, so feel free to go with your aunt and keep her out of trouble.”“Thanks, Dad. I’ll do that if she does not mind me tagging along.”“You know I will be glad to have you along. Riding the Indian to the pond with you reminds me of the days when your dad and I rode. I didn't recognize the voice. Oh, God... It was a neighbour. I didn't know many neighbours, but had a feeling I'd never met this one before.I cried out against his cock, my voice sounding muffled, choked, as his cock slid in and out of my throat. I didn't dare bite. Or did I? I felt the panic rise in me, wondering again if my owners knew what this man was doing. I wondered, too, what the men, my owners, were doing. Where were they? Why were they allowing this man to hurt me?I felt my throat.