”“So are you willing to continue being my slave after this weekend?” I asked her. My heart was pounding in my throat. I really wanted her to say...yes. And without hesitation she answered: “yes, yes definitely.” She answered full off enthusiasm.I made another contract stating she was just my property and I could do with her as I liked. I also told her I would make the basement into kind of a dungeon where I could play with her and she would have a bed where she could sleep. She gave me a really. Mr. Thompson sat on the corner of his desk, his eyes locked for just a second on her thighs as she crossed her legs. Did he see a glimpse of stocking top? No, this girl was way too conservative to wear stockings. He must have been imagining things.“Miss Johnson, I have to ask you to do a favor for me.” He said. She looked up at him and leaned forward a little. She was obviously anxious to make a good impression, he thought.“Anything, Mr. Thompson. What do you need?” she said. Her. ” Chuckled the Thing, smirking up at the reporter trying to get her dishevelled hair back in place as she reported the city returning to normal. “No more creepy crawlies scurrying up the building.”“I hope Spider-Man is okay, that woman REALLY had it in for him.” Worried Susan, her arms crossed as she listened to the news feed. Showing the photograph of Adriana Soria… And what she turned into after Agent Venom finished her off. NOW? Now she was being carted away with a flatbed truck, her van. ”“I… love you too.”Alex hung up and got up to change his now sticky underpants. He was so unsure of what had just happened. Had he really masturbated to the image of another boy? He got back into bed and decided to not think about it anymore, drifting into a deep sleep. The next morning went by in a blur. It was a Saturday, so he allowed himself to sleep in. He had breakfast, went for a run, took a shower, and worked on some homework. Around noon, he went on his laptop to check his.