That was Jennie’s resolve in this case.She was waiting for him, when he came home from his final day. She launched herself at him the moment he was ...n the door. He was grinning from wall to wall and she was wailing her congratulations to him, as she wrapped herself around him.The thing that she didn’t know, that she didn’t allow herself to suspect was how Ryan felt about being up against her, his Jennie, as he thought of her.“My, my,” went his thoughts “Doesn’t she feel that wonderful!”His. “Listen slut, these are the rules. If you abide by them, I may allow you to go home tomorrow to your husband. Here in this house, I am your master, anything I say you have to comply. Failure to comply and you will remain here for the next few days, to be fucked by all my friends. Trust me, you wouldn’t want that to happen. Do you understand? And you will only address me as Sir,” he said.I nodded. As much as I hate the situation I’m in, I felt horny, being ordered for a change. I was always the. The breeze caught her hair, blowing locks of gold across her perfect face. She shook it off and rubbed her arms. “You chilly?” I asked. She shook her head. “No, I should probably help my parents though.” “Alright, well, I hope you like it here. Oh! Would you like my number in case you need anything?” This would be the test. I had to score with this girl. It was now or never. “Sure,” she seemed slightly awkward, but didn’t hesitate. Quickly I recited it to her and she repeated it, practically. I picked up the paint she had left behind. A brief exam on this object denoted a cracked glass, on top of it, the frame was broken too. The portrait had been badly damaged at the center area where broken glass had hit the moment an unusual force had pressed on it. Motionless and embarrassed by this calamity, I grabbed the package to get it off the plane, it was no mine though. The moment I got to the baggage claim, Carmen was gone. She had departed. After searching the package I found a label.