He was asleep, and I could see me sliding my hand in his pocket and taking money out of his wallet. The man turned the video off. "Through that video,...I could see you committed a money stealing crime, cheating on a nationwide test, and how much of a dirty whore you are, slave." Tears swelled in my eyes. "Please don't mister. I'll do anything you want, just dont turn that in." I could feel rage inside me, but I knew it wasnt the time to annoy him. Sir laughed and told Danielle something that I. –Now my dear slave you must be starving, said Boqin and ordered Simon to go back in to the kitchen put the take away food he brought home on to plates and serve them on the desk. Simon could smell the food when he put it on the plates. He knew it would be torture for Shunyuan to watch them eating it. He found chopsticks glasses and a jug for cold water. He even found some nice placemats. And he started to serve Boqin, who looked quite pleased with the food and his service. He started to eat. At the age of fifteen, I was thin and had a rather pale, melancholic complexion. My natural air of melancholy was often mistaken for unhappiness caused by some trouble, hence my fellow students always tried to cheer me up in vain. I knew exactly the cause of this melancholy: I was in love, not with a particular person, but with the notion of love and masculinity. My burgeoning body longed to be touched, kissed, dominated. Its thirst demands to be quenched by a virile body. Every night, in the. I texted her like crazy, but got very little back, and that was evasive. Two days later he dropped her off. She went and got a shower and I logged-on. As soon as she locked the bathroom door, she was texting him about the great time, the great se, how sore her pussy was etc. I felt sick. I couldn't believe that she had gone through with it. I thought our love was like no other. My cock was straining against my fly once again. I left the laptop on the sofa, and open on her texts to her lover..