I truly hate it when you make me do that shit. The things you make me do disgust me and I hate it when I’m doing it. On the other hand, anticipating...being made to do those things excites me. And thinking about what I’ve done afterwards is exciting.“I’m not an analyst and I’ve never spoken with one. I can’t explain it. I just know that a month ago, when I heard you were coming here and taking over the office it all clicked. Everything came together. I knew you were just the man to help us. You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass,. She removed her violet blouse completely and lay upside down. Her whole back with bra is visible to me. This time I gained courage and sat on her ass by forcing my hard penis on her ass crack. She turned and smiled and closed her eyes. I started massaging her whole hip and I rubbed my penis on her ass. Then I asked to remove the sari as oil is going down her sari and it may spoil her sari.She again asked me to get down and removed her sari. Now she is in violet petticoat and sandal bra exposing. Janet was relaxed, and finally at peace for the first time in days. She could talk to her closest friend, and finally explain what she had been subject to for all this time. "In two days," Janet began, "a limo will arrive in the morning to take Tiffany and myself to Blanca's office. She will read the codicil to Erica's will, which will say that the winner of the stock market contest will inherit Erica's estate. Which will include the loser, who will become the victor's slave." "Why.