There were all sorts of card tables covered with tubes of oil paint, colored chalk, crayons in a bewildering array of colors, pencils and ink pens, an... tins of watercolor paints. She had easels standing everywhere with half-finished works and works that were barely begun. There were caricatures, portraits, landscapes, dreamscapes, even a couple of abstract drawings that I assumed were experiments of some kind. ‘Good art is often a messy process,’ Kristi said as she leaned into me with what I. To be honest they were christian’s, the kadoos looking man was here husband (maybe he was 35+ but less than 40’s)and her wife was like a beautiful babe with beautiful structure and assets (maybe 29yrs to 32yrs). The kadoos man, to look he was very rude but by nature and words he was soft and nice to everyone. He was promoted as asst. Manager to bangalore and had shifted here, I didn’t enquire abt their past history. He was working in an mnc and he was working in day shift and she was a. The fear rushed through me as I heard the door close and the familiar clicks of the safety locks. And then his voice for the first time "let me explain. You were not sold for charity as my date but as my slave for the evening. None of the girls knew. Only the guys and now, you belong to me and I will use you as I see fit."I felt a new wave of fear rush through me as I realized I would be ****d over and over again all while being forced to perform. I would not have agreed to this which is. I have cameras throughout the house and I saw everything. "Don't tell my parents" I blurted out! "I will do anything you want, just please don't tell my parents!" We didn't even look at each other, he just reached out his hand and said put this on. It was a blindfold and since out of embarrassment I did not want to look him in the eye, I quickly put the blindfold over my eyes & he asked me again, so you'll do anything I want as long as I don't tell anybody, right? I nervously answered yes. He.