“Mugged—means he’s rich, probably going home from the opera where he’s got hundred-dollar box seats and can be seen by important people. He’... currying favor. Thinking that if he’s a big supporter of the arts, it will help him in his upcoming campaign for city council. After the opera he heads for his Lexus with his very expensive date thinking he should have paid for valet parking, and he gets mugged. She takes one look at what’s going down, hikes her skirts up around her waist, and takes off. It was a very rare chance to be with her alone in the house. So as soon as she came she took the broom and started to sweep. I had a plan in my mind and so I immediately went to my room close the door removed my shots and my undies took out my dick and started to play with it. I knew she would come to my room as there was no-one in the house and she would get bored alone. As expected she came in and was surprised to see me. I was in my bed with my dick in my hands. She apologized for entering. If she was looking forward to being broken, wanting it to happen, then wasn't she in fact already there? From the moment he'd brought her into this basement she'd been playing along, acting out her role. It was what she expected of herself, the situation demanded that she behave accordingly. That's what made it erotic. But if this was her story, wasn't it within her power to skip ahead? Or would that be too unrealistic and spoil the mood, to give in after only... how long had she been here,. "If we even get to go, that is." He can't do that," she said."He can do anything he wants to. Just ask him," I said back."I'm calling Daddy!" she said.I followed her to her room and watched her pick up her cell phone. She flipped it open and punched the speed dial for Dad's phone. She looked mad, which I should have been used to seeing, but her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was kind of messed up. She has pure black hair, but it's fine, not heavy like most black hair, and it flies this way.