It will be enough for me to stand in the showers to be able to see without being seen. The meeting would be fixed at 7 pm.She should be dressed in her...dance attire.I really doubted that my wife would fall for this trap, but was surprised when she called me during the day on my cell phone. She told me she had a remedial dance class and would definitely come home later. Her voice was a little altered, but almost normal. I told her I had work and would be home late too.At 6.30 pm., I found the. I was about to give his younger brother a blowjob of a lifetime.My mouth closed over the end of Jay's dick and sucked it slowly like a lollipop. I pulled back and popped the head out of my mouth. Sizing him up, I licked from root to tip ending with my tongue running under his helmet, bathing the underside of his cock. I felt him stiffen and heard him groan as my tongue swirled."Wow. You lucky bastard! She's good." Jay said to his brother. Holding Jay's hard dick, I turned and looked over my. I guess you could say that I'm being used. But I don't know if that's true either. See, the way I see it, I'm using them. The fact that they'll survive and I won't is beside the point. You see, I want to die. Yep, it's true. I want to die. I have no reason to go on living and no one will miss me.My foster parents, yeah right. They'll be happy I'm not eating everything in sight, and they'll probably hope that no one at DCFS catches on so they can keep cashing the check I generate every month.. “Oh does that hurt slave” Mistress asked and started rubbing her fingers over my now blood filled erect nipples then she clasped them between her thumbs and index fingers and using her nails started pinching and twisting them. The pain was unbelievable. I screeched and went up onto my toes as she tortured me. My hands cuffed behind me meant I could not ward off the torment and her grip meant I could not escape. “Look into my eyes slave” . I opened my eyes and looked at my tormentress. She was.