Rather than stare at an empty wall, Tamara found her attention drawn to the flickering light of the lantern across from her. The dancing flames mesmer...c action started to lull her into a daze, but she was quickly roused by the sound of the room's only door slowly sliding inward.She scrambled to the far side of the room and lowered herself into a crouching position, determined to defend herself as best she could. As soon as she saw the three men come through the door though, she realized it. I hear you moan and I look up and see your eyes are closed. You put your hands on my shoulders as I continue the downward march. I kneel in front of you, continuing to soap you down. Across your stomach and around your back. Then back to your front. You know where I'm going next and you open your stance to allow me in. More soap, then I slide the sponge between your legs, pushing up slightly, making contact with that lovely shaven pussy that has given me so much pleasure. Wanting so much to. It can hear me! It is asking me questions! There must be a microphone around somewhere."|| What is your name? ||" Jonathan McDonald" ||What is your home phone number? ||" 810-555-4342" || Thank you. Accessing ... Are you Jonathan McDonald of 413 Pine Orchard Way? ||" Yes" I looked up, alarmed. It must have used my phone number to look up my address! Was it going to call the police? What was going on here?"|| Thank you. When you hear this tone, (ting), it indicates words which I wish for you to. Both of you have always had free access to this place. I will have a talk with him about using it for that purpose,” I agreed.“Why bother, you already told him not to use the house for his sexual meeting. You threatened to take away the pickup truck,” she said.“Then I’ll take it away so that he can ride to school with one or more of the other students, or ride the school bus,” I suggested. “Hey you can even drive him to school. Oh you can’t do that, because you are either working, or sleeping.