This was only the start of the whore bad day! an hour later she crawled into the livingroom, covered in filthy stinking of trash and puke. I threw a b...kini at her! On! Miem my filthy slut, cunt whore stood there. String hot pink bikini. Her cunt lips stuck out on the sides. Only the tip of her nipple was covered. She loved to be dressed this way! not today slut was going to learn what it menat to disappoint and suffering. I put a I collar around her neck and a leash. Down mutt! I lead her. She replied back "Omg, so hot, I am wet now this could get interesting". For the next few days we emailed back and forth and finally the day came for us to meet for a drink. I was staying in a hotel that night and she said she would come by at around 5:00PM meet me in the lobby and we would head out. She didn’t have much time as she had her c***dren that week and had to be home by 7:30PM. At 4:45PM she emailed me and asked me for my room number. I sent it to her thinking she might have. Her dreams were full of anxiety: walking into a classroom and everyone turning to stare at her as she made her way to her seat, their accusing eyes full of the knowledge of what she had done. Standing in front of them, trying to explain, “But it’s not my fault! I had to, I’m his slave!” but unable to force the words past her lips. Realizing, with horror, that she was dressed only in her t-shirt; that she was holding it up and that everyone could see that her other hand was between her. They stopped at the last door on the right. Oh my God this was Megan'sold room from when she was much younger. In the last couple of years sheconvinced my parents that she had outgrown it and that it was much toogirly girl for her now. Abby opened the door and pushed me in. The roomhad been left just the way it had been when Megan still used it. Thiscouldn't be happening to me. But it was. As I turned back around I sawMadison with her hands on her hips smirking. She seemed calmer but.