And it’s fun, too! Don’t Western girls understand that?” “Some do,” I said carefully. “But others don’t know what they want. They start ...y wanting to be fucked, and making a man want to fuck them like you said; but then they wish they hadn’t and say it’s all the man’s fault …” “It sounds so complicated.” “It’s a mess,” I said firmly. She clearly wasn’t interested in the psychology of Western women. Nor was I: after all, that was why I lived in Japan. She looked round. “There’s a mattress free. “Here, you can have this.”Deni grabbed the disk, as if it would end his hold over her. “Dave... I never consented. You ****d me... it was **** and I’m going to report you,” she said, as her heart rate skyrocketed. "You did something to my drink. You spiked my drink."“All we did is get rid of your inhibitions... allow you to follow your sexual desires,” Dave replied. “You weren’t forced into anything!”"I'll tell people... the police what you did."Dave grinned at her and it sent shivers up and. On the Sabbath?I’m afraid so Father.Could you not have chosen a different day?The timing was out of my hands. The girl has been cockteasing me mercilessly for months and I was desperate. She has enslaved me, Father, you see.Yes my son, I believe I do.But there were hoops to jump first.Hoops to jump?Oh yes. Abi loves the power she has over me and yesterday she chose to really abuse it. I was on the sofa in the lounge when she arrived. Miriam let her in and I heard the sisters gossiping for a. I saw a man, about my age, standing behind us. He was wearing a pair of khaki pants, a white button-up shirt, a cheap tie, and a name tag that said “manager” more prominently than his name. “What the hell? Why do we need to go anywhere with you?” I asked, pissed off that he was interrupting my time with Jessica.“Please, sir, there’s no need to make a scene. We can sit your cart of groceries in the employee hallway over here, everything will be safe while I talk to the two of you in my office..