He greeted me with a fake smile and I wondered at that moment why I hadn't always known that it was faked. For all of the years that I' known him, I r...ally thought that John liked me. But now I could see that it was only my wife that he liked. And he liked her a bit too much for my taste."Alan," he said, making the smile a bit broader and even less genuine. He extended his hand for me to shake the way he always did and I think he noticed something in my eyes.As he reached out to take my hand, I. Abigail had no idea where they were, besides somewhere in the Gold Coast neighborhood of Chicago.“This is the mayor of Chicago's house,” Faust answered. “A good friend of mine. He's throwing a party. And you will be on your best behavior, my little slut.”“Of course, Sire,” purred Abigail. She was under his domination. He had turned her, and until he died or released her, she was bound to him.A small part of her resisted. That part screamed inside Abigail.Colored lights painted rainbows across. His computer was in his dining room in the corner so you couldn't see behind you. I always went first and after we had a routine he stopped waiting for me to tell him I was finished and just walk in and stand behind me. The first few times I slid the chair under the desk so he couldn't see my boner but I never told him to stop. Just before summer started I spent a Saturday night at his house and once his parents went to bed I said I was going to go first. I was feeling extra horny so I took my. I didn't say anything and was in shock until one of them said >come on you can tell us< and I thought fuck it! That's why I moved here for the sexual adventure so I leaned over to them and whispered >ok you got me! I have a bullet vibrator inside me that I turned on with the remote that's in my locker so I can't turn it off right now! Tell me what to do so you don't rat me out to my boss?< The men all smiled wide and looked at was other than one said >go get us some beer we need to talk about.