Bailee got dressed and Brad went off to get them something to eat. They ate lunch together at the counter since no customers had shown up yet. Brad an... Bailee continued to see each other for a couple months, sharing lunchtimes together, and meeting for clandestine sexual adventures. Bailee was happier than she had ever been back home. She had a great guy who doted on her and whom she belonged to heart and soul. Life couldn't be more perfect. Then it happened. Bailee had met Brad one Tuesday. Had the two of them melded together? Or had Estelle just taken over, usurping all the fine social graces she needed in her new role of society princess? It was obvious that Myriam was not in charge. She would never have fallen for the Turd or his sick father. She would never have allowed them to make her their personal toy and company whore.The words toy and whore made me wince — even just thinking them.But — on the other hand — she had untied my ropes, so we could escape. That must have been. I jacked off again, this time imagining that Holly was sucking my dick. Finally, I drifted off to sleep dreaming about the college girl I saw in the window that morning. Next day, I got up early and practically ran through my paper route, changing it a little bit so that I finished by the girls apartment building. I quietly walked up to her window and after making sure the coast was clear. I looked through the window but instead of that beautiful pussy I saw yesterday, I saw nothing. She wasnt. I wanted to go back to Lori’s and fuck her all night, but first I would have to endure the big performance.Finally, at 11’o’clock on the dot, a girlfriend of Billie’s said everyone should get comfortable in the spare room. There were some seats s**ttered around and everyone else could sit on the floor. There it stood. The big wooden chair. It looked like something your great grandparents would own. Heavy as fuck. Underneath was a huge, thick sheet of plastic. For a minute, it reminded me of an.