Wrestling against my bindings, I sucked, fought to adjust my breathing, writhed against the tight ropes and began to cry behind my blindfold as the ma... continued to assault my mouth.I wanted to cry, to scream out to my Master, to my Lord, for help. I was at this man's mercy. This man who could easily be my Master, or my Lord. No. I didn't recognize the voice. Oh, God... It was a neighbour. I didn't know many neighbours, but had a feeling I'd never met this one before.I cried out against his. From my years in poker competitions, I learned that when the game looked dire, you played the man. If you could get the other person to think you’ve got a home run in your hands, then they’ll fold. But to get to that point, you need to know everything about your opponent.Brett Saunders was a man who was as clean as they came. No prior DUIs, no petty theft, and no criminal record. The damn guy didn’t even have a parking ticket to his name, but that was intriguing to me. I didn’t know anyone with. She was also pretty adventurous in a slutty kind of way. She liked to sit by the pool in a bikini, laying on her stomach with the straps off to get an even tan, and if she caught someone attractive looking at her she would always give them a quick "accidental" glimpse of her tits when she re-tied to get up and swim.She had done this to me once or twice, and I knew her reasonably well, so I decided to see just how adventurous she was. I asked her if I could come over to her place to watch the. ." Forget it," I told him, "what's done is done. You weren't to know."He sat down on the ground, deep in despair. Jeremy tried to comfort him, but his friend was too deeply disturbed by the result of his actions.We slept throughout the morning, becoming soaked to the skin when the heavens opened, adding further to our misery. Vanessa remained unresponsive, despite our best effort to revive her. There was no physical injury that we could discern, but some internal trauma obviously afflicted her..