There were also some balloons tied to the lamp post. Julie was throwing an afternoon party. Why? Eventually I remembered that Julie's daughter Erica w...s getting married. Perhaps this was a bridal shower or something. Erica was quite a few years older than me and didn't live next door, so I didn't know her well.It was around 6:00 PM, as I was finishing up with the photos, when I noticed that the party next door appeared to be winding down. There were few cars left out front. While I watched out. "Do not kill them," he ordered. "In the future, when they come to feed and fuck you, you shall submit to their violence. You shall let them beat and humiliate you." Yes, Sire," Abigail moaned, her hips still rising up and down on the Texan's cock. "Are you recording this?" Yes," Faust answered. "After I've killed you, I want hours of footage of your various humiliations to amuse me over the decades. And I have so many different ways to humiliate and abuse you in store." Yes, Sire," Abigail. I felt sorry for her, facing who knows how long alone with this sadist in a dungeon - no doubt, giventhe elaborate decor and advanced punishment equipment I had already seen and experienced, a wellequipped one - but this was overcome by the relief as he finally deactivated our collars.With one last parting burst of sadistic creativity - 'accidentally' leaning on the poor receptionist'salready overused button while she collected the key to the dungeon he had booked, which entailed hershuffling. ’ I took the statement for the question it was. ‘I don’t like to talk about them.’ ‘So?’ This was just the beginning. I knew Jeff. He wasn’t going to give up. ‘You’re a very difficult man,’ I said. ‘I thought I was a young fellow of just eighteen.’ ‘You’re a very difficult boy.’ I paused to see if we had changed the subject. ‘Perhaps. You were going to tell me about your parents.’ ‘I’m, like a character to them, not a person. I have a role to play. I have lines. I’m expected to follow the.