The lights went off suddenly when the first murder happened. It was a spine chilling experience. The hall was silent; the emergency lights were on but...were very dim.It was suffocating so thought of coming out. There was nobody at the food stall I enquired about the current to the security and he said, the power of the whole area is out and the generator will be started in 10 minutes I went to the toilet to pee. I could see hardly anything. So I went to the toilet with the help of torch light in. Really? How? Why?Something is not right somewhere. Wife no longer has sexual desire. Failure at work. Something makes a man get down on his knees and suck a cock. That something is self loathing. He is punishing himself for sins real or imagined. By becoming servile he is submitting himself to a superior. Accepting his lower station in life. Becoming good at something, even if it is being a cock sucker.Now that you know the obvious you can help your cock sucker achieve a level of subservience. If he knew I was going out on a date he'd give me a strict curfew. In the middle of what was generally a harmless date, he'd call and ask me a million questions. He'd always be waiting for me when I got home, and almost always HAD to meet the guy before I left.Soon, though, it became too much and I began just lying about everything I did. I'd tell him I was out with friends, spending the night at someone's house, etc. The boys soon became older and badder and I was practically living a double. I went to one of his lectures in college and he recruited me for his team. All things considered it was nice; besides the constant sexual advances i was building quite a resume and gaining so much knowledge at the same time."So boss, is there something you have to say before we begin work." I said with a sharp tone in my voice."Sorry for the sexual harassment." He said kicking the floor, "I should probably hide the glow in the dark condoms then, unless?" Yeah, that would be advised." I said as.