What choice do I really have? They have so much blackmail material on me there is no way I can get out of their grasps. I’m not a partner in the Law...Firm like I thought I was going to be, I’m the company sex slave, to be used and abused by anyone my owners want.I woke up with a smile on my face. Not because I wanted to be in this nightmarish position I was in but because I was in my own big bed. I slept well, but when I did wake up, the smell from me and the sheets was terrible. I had to get up. Especially not by a cop.Gabriella was dumbfounded. “I’m…I’m what? But I didn’t do anything!” she exclaimed, her tone sounding defeated.I could hear the man grab her wrist and slam a handcuff roughly on it, instructing her to turn around. Fuck! What should I do?! What should I do?!I couldn’t transition back to normal when I was under this much stress, and even if I did look normal, I couldn’t make the police officer stop! At least, not without getting myself arrested too! And in the end, that. Coming back to today, I came out of the shower and wore my boxers and watched TV and carried on with my work , jenny had left for work now , Tania was home doing her homework , it was passed 3 pm when I called for Tania , she came out wearing her bra and shorts , I sat there on the couch wearing my boxers , I was stroking my dick looking at Tania , she went inside and got my a glass of drink and sat on the floor in front of me , I removed my shorts and let my dick sprang on to her face , she. Eventually out of boredom and frustration I found myself visiting thechat rooms, trolling for cybersex. It wasn't a big surprise when Paul andI crossed paths again. We were both using different names, but I knew itwas him almost right away. We both kept up the charade until we'dfinished. He told me how much he missed me and then he asked me to marryhim. I was bored and lonely and flattered and horny and most of myfriends were married and now I know that these were all really lamereasons to get.