.. At least he isn't mad at me. He probably isn't planning on telling my parents because then I can just tell them what he did during dinner. Or wou...d they even believe me? It's been almost a week since that particular night. I suppose Damien is quite done with me. I sat at the couch in the living room when my parents came in, dressed up. My mother was in the process of putting on her earrings. "Alright, we're leaving now, Samantha. Do you have the money for food?" I nodded, not paying. They followed as I led just like I had trained them. The twenty kilometers took almost four hours to travel and then we were looking at a small village. There had been a few patrols and we could see a lot of military tents on the other side of the village.I had the men wait as I slipped out and crossed the fields to the edge of the village. The large hut on the left edge was the one I needed. First I listened and then peeked before I moved to the door. Someone had blocked it and I moved to the. Lindsey met me at the door with a kiss, "How was your day baby?" she asked with her cute smile. I just kissed her back and went up to take a shower. When I got out I told her what had happened at work that day. She was furious at my boss. “This is fucking blackmail!” Initially she wanted me to report him for harassment but when I explained what kind of promotion it was she realized how much the job meant to me and the fear I had of not being able to find another one if he fired me. She said,. About a week later, I walked into the room again for a practice and she ran up and hugged me. Being she was still a student, we had to keep everything very secretive or I could lose my job. She agreed to meet me after practice in the storage room. After practice, like clockwork for the next two weeks she would meet me and we would kiss and say our goodbyes then I would jerk off before leaving. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and knew it was time to fuck her. The next morning I texted her.