There was a hiatus while they looked at each other with no more to say. ‘Well, goodbye,’ he said, eventually. She smiled and he turned away. Then...she quietly shut the door. She heard her daughter calling and returned to the lounge. Relief flooded through her. Later she would try to make sense of what had happened. — Chapter Two Victor Freeman was what they call a self-made man. He was forty three years old, and though no one would ever suspect it, a millionaire. Six years before, he had left. I can't lie to you!" Your hair has grown," I observed. It had, the shining black hair was now long enough to even seem a little tousled."I bet it has," she groaned and felt it with an irritating wave of her hand. "I wonder if it is worth it. Maybe I should just leave you here and seek my chances among those whom I can fool and deceive?"She looked defiantly at me from a head down and two feet away. Beautiful now, despite the sunburn and the thieves' cross and a few traces of blood around her. “Ooops, so sorry about that, sweetie!” I say, when I eventually pull myself together, and I start to drag the duvet back in place. I take my sweet time with it, ensuring that Petra gets a long look at the lovely hard cocks before they disappear for good. Wonder how long she’ll have to wait before she sees one again. Another twenty-three years maybe? “Yeah, just pretend you never saw that,” chuckles Paul. “If she can, that is,” smirks Danny. “Stop it guys!” I laugh, mock chiding the both of. I kept reminding myself of that. He pulled out of me a minute later, pulling his underwear and his jeans back on, buttoning his jeans up. I stayed seated, waiting patiently for him to release me. And surely enough, he cut lose the zip-ties that bound me to that rotten swivel chair. I stood up, standing close to the door, ready to make my escape. He chuckled as he took a cloth and handed it to me, “Might want to clean up, huh?”I took the cloth cautiously from him, wiping first the slobber and.