You close out your email and get up only to see your relief standing there. He offers to take the call and asks for the keys. You throw them at hi... and grab your stuff from the ambulance. You clock out as you watch them drive off in a blaze of glory. You then walk out to your car and get in. The drive home seems long, but your mind wonders back to the email you just read. Your body gets warm and flushed. At a stoplight, you stretch your legs. Your skin becomes sensitive, with. ”“I’m touching myself just thinking about watching you and the girls. That’s so fucking hot, baby. Go now. I hope you fuck one of them today. Call me on video and put the phone in position, then go grab one or both of those sluts and fuck their brains out for me.”I brought the video up and waved to Chelsea. She blew me back a kiss. She pulled her v-neck low and pulled her tits out, grabbing them for me. “Happy hunting, lover.” I winked back at her, and placed the phone on a shelf. I. “So, help yourself to cereals, yoghurts, fruit from the sideboard over there, Steve. Would you like tea or coffee?” she continued.“Er…coffee…please Suzanne,” I replied, trying desperately to regain my composure.“And what about a cooked breakfast for you today?”“What? Oh…yes…please.”“So, I can do eggs, bacon, sausage, black pudding, baked beans, hash browns, smoked salmon, pancakes, omelettes…whatever you’d like,” she said.“Thankyou…that sounds lovely,” I replied, avoiding the temptation to look. First, I tied her ankles together, relishing the pathetic sounds coming from her mouth and the ragged, heavy breathing. Once she was secured, I untied her wrists from around the trunk and brought her raw, scraped arms back to her body. Without saying a word to indicate what was next in store, I dragged her across the ground by one bloody arm to my shed. Once she was inside, I held her tightly and asked "Do you know why we're in the shed?" Silently, she shook her head, eyes wide with fear. I.