“Hi. My name’s Dan Figeroa, and I’m with the Houston Chronicle. I wanted to ask you a few questions?”“About?” Mom said, playing it cool.I ...tayed just out of sight, behind the front door, figuring it was best to keep my options open.“Are you Angela Bell?”“Yes.”I don’t know if he picked it up, but I knew her well enough to hear the hard edge to her tone. I could see how him knowing her name would be upsetting, but considering he knew which house to drive up to, it wasn’t that big of a. Stuffed full of straw and hung on a wooden cross, someone had taken time to paint a frightening expression on its burlap face. I did my best to listen in to the whispered conversation that followed, but the girls of KINK had moved far enough away to be indecipherable as I knelt, trembling with a mixture of chill, fear, and lust, on the back patio as they discussed my fate. “We’ve enlisted some help, slut. For a price I’m sure you’ll be happy to pay.” Laura announced to me after some time.. After I finished my business, I looked closer, and It surely looked like it had just been freshly used. I let out a giggle. Did she just come use that on her married vagina after me telling her about my date with Gary? I questioned myself. I will have to ask her later after Lauren leaves I giggled to myself. Making my way back to the spare bedroom, Lauren had the massage table all set up with towels, and scented candles around it, a little radio playing a relaxing elevator type tune. She looks. Your chest was rather large, filling a C cup nicely, you also had a perfect bubble butt that a coin could bounce on. You were proud of your body, but your armour made it so few would ever get to see it.Despite everything, however, there was a dark truth that you kept hidden from anyone. Your status and oaths would never allow you to admit it to yourself, but it was a truth as undeniable as the sky being blue. You had fantasies of a different life for yourself. A life that didn't revolve around.