As I drove back home, I noticed a car following us.I pulled in our driveway and so did Oscar and his black mates.As we got out, two masked men grabbed...Ana by her arms and covered her mouth. My wife struggled hard, kicking her feet in the air. The third guy was Oscar; he smiled at me and duct taped my mouth and arms. They then pushed us inside our own house. Once in the living room, I was pushed down on the floor in the corner and told not to move or I could be hurt…Both masked guys pushed Anita. We are almost done with this project and should finish about a week ahead of schedule and should earn all of us a little bonus. I will save the money toward an apartment down the road but won't have enough money for awhile yet. I have been living with my Aunt and Uncles house for almost three months now and they seem to enjoy having me here. I help out with cooking, keeping my room clean, mowing the lawn, even try doing to do my own laundry which amuses my Aunt June. My mom calls often asking. The kiss of a crop over her skin. Then, as she felt the snare had shut around her tender body and there was no longer a way out, she trod with a slower and more measured pace, still excited by her captivity, by being owned. And after that she felt that they had finally reached that still point in the centre of the snare, where she was as fixed as his slave as he was as her Master, both confirmed in their roles. She could not - did not want - did not have the will to leave."We're going to a. I struggled but found myself relaxing in his arms, sucking on the lolli soothing my brief moment of worry and embarrassment away. It was just Daddy... He pet me while I sucked and licked on the odd tasting candy, his hand twisting into my hair as the minutes ticked past. “Just like that, Princess. Like your dessert?” Daddy seemed to be struggling to talk, his voice breaking and staggered. I nodded not taking too much notice. My eyes were closed while I sucked slowly, my hands in my lap. “Want.