By late afternoon we were in Virginia, close to my home. Washington beckoned not far away. It was there the endgame would be played out and Callie’s...future would be determined. Tension returned, body taut. I was alert and watchful.“Where are we going?” Callie asked.“Home,” I told her.“Is that smart? Won’t they be watching your place?”I nodded. “They will. But we’re not going to my official home. We’re going to another place, one registered under a friend’s name.”“When we get there, you’re going. Rachel came to me and wiped the blood off my face with her hand.We walked back to my car and grabbed some napkins and wiped the rest of the blood off my face. It was funny, because I had a split lip, most of the blood wasn't mine. My buddy, very proudly chimed in “That was a good ass whippin' you gave that guy”. I said “I wish it had not gone that far, but he started it”. My buddy said “Well, you finished it”. Rachel kissed me hesitantly and said that things will probably change for her now. I. Now coming to the current story. Everything was going fine in the beginning, I used to go to the office on weekdays and fucked by my uncle almost every night. But then the lockdown happened again and I was asked to work from home.I really enjoyed going to the office and spending time with my colleagues (mostly male). While on the metro or bus, I just loved grinding dicks with my thick ass or teasing men by showing my deep cleavage. Now all of that is gone. I am locked inside the house.Uncle. I helped her dry off and took her back to bed. I got pretty wet with her and that tub so I was wearing a t-shirt and boxers. Ok, I did not have to get that undressed, but hell if this was my chance I intended to take it. I put her into the bed and started to walk away but she held my hand and asked me to stay. I did, I held her in my arms as she sat up in bed and cried. I left long enough to get her water and some things she might need. She was still crying and this time she asked me to hold.