”Cherry said to me, “How about if you go get a shower? I have a few suggestions that may help them with this. But it’s ‘girl-talk’, so I�...ll come and get you in a few minutes.”I looked to Amanda and Olivia for any sign of objection. Finding none, I agreed and excused myself to the bathroom. I folded my clothes before getting in the shower and just stood under the hot water. I found myself wondering how I got myself into the current situation, not that it was completely objectionable—it was. If you want my help, it has to be by _mutual_ consent. Do you know what _mutual consent_ means?" "Yeah, it means, like, free trade and all that. But what's that got to do with this?" _"Mutual consent_ means that no one can force another person to do anything. That goes for anything at all. No one can force someone else to trade with them. But mutual consent is a double-edged sword; no one can force someone else to give them charity, no matter how badly they need it. So if you don't. Utterly downcast at another of life's metaphorical kick-in-the-balls she noticed Bill, her supervisor looking down at her and asking why she wasn't at her work station. Blurting-out her woes to him she could see him soften and he told her to perk up and let him think of something. Later that evening before clocking off shift he approached her and told her to meet him at the pub that night and that he may have a solution to her housing problem. Nodding, she went home, showered, changed into her. She knew it was now or never. After cumming for a second time that evening he felt drained, but for some odd reason he was still hard as a rock. He was about to ask her if she would undo the restraints so he could take care of his not-so-little problem, but as he turned his head towards her to ask she slid off the bed and stood up. I have one last thing Im going to do to you baby, then youll be free. What would that be honey? Close your eyes and hold still, and you will find out. Accordingly he.