Could you help me by telling me about the local area?Thanks, Anita”He returns the email.“Hello Anita, I could help with the local area.What Are yo... looking for?Thanks, Bob”They exchanged text messages every few minutes for several hours to get to know each other. Finally, in one message, he mentioned that he goes for walks in the local area.“Anita, I go for walks at this time of the day, would you like to meet and go for a walk?Bob”She wrote back.“BobWhy not?Where should I meet you?Anita”They. I looked straight into his eyes. Humiliation washed over me, a special kind of gravitation not allowing me to look away from this luscious man, as he used my asshole. "I hope you never go against my orders again, girl. You'll never touch yourself without your Sir's permission again, will you?" He pounded into me harder, and I was in heaven, unable to focus on anything but the look of sheer control in his eyes. I shook my head, and attempted a muffled, "No, Sir..." Upon hearing this, his hands. Another bang against the wall outside her imprisoning room, she jumped again, body tense. Someone was grabassing out there in the hall; she could hear shouts and running feet, back and forth.How long had it been since Jon had made her strip and tied her to the bed? It seemed like hours but probably wasn't more than a half hour or so. She'd made the bastard promise that he wouldn't fuck her once she'd been tied up and he hadn't, at least not yet.The thought flashed through Lauren's mind in that. I could tell she wanted to storm out of the kitchen, stomp down the hall, and slam her bedroom door behind her. She did indeed move from the kitchen, down the hall and into her room, but she did it without making a sound. Didn't want to wake up dear old Dad, now did she?!!I waited a minute, walked down the hall myself, not quite so noiselessly, but still quietly enough. I didn't want the old bastard to wake up either. Spoil my fun. I went in my room, turned on the lights, bumped around a bit,.