There is a crazy amount of hot girls I work with. I would love to be chained up in one of those girls houses. Maybe at least have someone to love me. ... don't need to move in with her. Just like a girlfriend. Again, I am too nervous, shy and just a plain 'do right'I was always doing what society expected me to do. I didn't want to live like I did when I grew up. Always the bad neighborhood, always staying over someone else's house. I could never figure out what the hell was going on. My parents. I passed Cindy, who gave me a big smile and saw her eyes drop to my crotch. She winked. I kept my eyes on Sandy as she swayed her curvy leather-covered hips and ass in front of me. I followed her into the room.”Close the door,” she instructed, ”and move a chair in front of it. It usually goes over the doorway.”I moved a chair into the corner by the door and locked the door. She gave me a quizzical look.”So no one opens it while you are on the chair, ” I explained.”While I'm on the chair?” she. We wandered our way through the crowd, and found our way outside to the torch-lit patio. Our eyes met, and with a mischievous grin I asked, "So, where do we go from here?" Chrissy's eyes smoldered with lust as she tilted her head with a wide grin, "Well, I think I'm going to have to check out the new house next door to make sure that it's ready for a showing this weekend." She glanced down at the my obvious excitement bulging against my pants, then captured my eyes with a seductive smile as she. He told me the former owner had left me a very personal message and I might get some insight when I read it. He then excused himself handing me his card and saying he had to run but call if I had any questions. Then he was gone, I walked out back and noted that everyone was gone. I walked out front and the only car in the driveway was now mine. I looked at the envelope and decided to open it. Maybe my benefactor had some great wisdom to pass on to me.The envelope contained a letter."Dear Sir I.