But I didn’t expect to see you naked and with your thing at attention. And then you touched my underwear with it. With you, THING.”“Penis. Cock....Whatever but not thing. It sounds stupid.” “Whatever you call one,” she said. “I’ve never seen one so I’m not familiar with the terms Keith.”“Wait you never a guys junk?” I asked. “Really?”“Stop. This isn’t about me,” She said. “Why can’t you stop touching my intimates? Do I need to lock away my clothes so you and your THING won’t invade my personal. But now I ravaged her in the moment, urgent and hungry for more, and she was revelling in it, her cries wilder than ever before.The instant I took my weight off her she quickly rolled over onto her hands and knees. That juicy pussy gleamed out from between her white panties and amazing buttocks, so firm and delicious. I fingered her pussy and stroked her clit before smacking her arse on each side, each crack of the hand onto her trembling flesh harder than the last as she whelped with each. For several hours I clenched my arse cheeks together but I knew it was a loosing battle and in the end I got up an squatted over the drain and my bowels opened and I moaned in my humiliation. As my arms were tied I could do nothing to clean myself so had to lay down with the mess still on my arse and thighs. Four more time I had to get up in the night and squat over the drain.She laughed when she saw the mess on the drain and said I was not so posh now was I? All I could do was go red with. Not a trace. No goodbye note, no ransom demands, no body. Nothing.After a month, the media stopped bothering with the story. After two months the police considered the girl lost.Fred and Mary, both doctors at the West Memorial hospital tried everything to find out even a sliver about there daughter's whereabouts or her fate. Eventually all regular options were depleted. In desperation, they contacted Aaron Mason, a local paranormal investigator.Aaron had contacted them weeks earlier, claiming.