"Sochima, this week has been strange. Something has been eating at you, and I want to know what it is." He didn't want to give me a choice."I'll be ok...y, Tochukwu," I started, but he interrupted."After work, we'll go get a drink. Someplace quiet. We can talk." He looked at me to see if I would object. When I didn't say anything, he turned and left.We both stayed after work until everyone else had left. We could have talked there, but we didn't. A neutral, non-work environment would be better. I. Admittedly, not very real but I'd get a feeling of the ropes, the rest I could fantasize.For the first week I'd rush home from work, strip and tie myself to my bed and become my own little sex slave. By the time my father rolled in I was wiped out and rushing around to get dinner done for the two of us. There was one more reward out of all of this, I was constantly getting deeper and deeper into needing to be a real sex slave.Friday night I tied myself up, laid back and thrashed my body against. Rain falls heavily on the ground and the light from the dim streetlights illuminate the silhouette of a woman fumbling with her keys while she tries to keep dry. Her umbrella bobs up and down as she finds the right key and locks up her business for the day. The woman sighs in exhaustion as she heads down the dimly lit street and back home.Joyce was tired after a long day of waiting tables at the diner, but she knew better than to lower her guard when walking the streets of Circovia at night.. I pulled Barbra closer and wrapped my arms around her holding her body close to mine.I smiled looking into her blue eyes and said “ I have liked you since the first time I saw you.The more I got to know you the more like turned to love”. I gave her a kiss “but I never would do anything to make you regret getting close to me and my family. That said, let's go get some supper and see where we stand later”. I had hoped to see Barbra dressed in her long dresses like she used to wear whenever she.