He closed the door and secured it with a huge combination lock. There was the answer to one of my questions; if I changed my mind and wanted to escape... even if I were not otherwise bound,I would not have the combination to that massive lock. I was completely caught now, naked and locked in his dungeon. My knees were butter again, I almost fell from the weight of my load. He directed me to put the bucket and the satchel down, took me under my arms for support and led me over to the cleaning. It felt good but not good enough, I needed pussy. I wiped my hand some underwear, threw on some shorts and walked down the hall. The door to my sisters room was open, it was empty, in fact nobody was home ?.I went back to my room and picked up the phone to check the message. It was Sis, her message read: "hard work made u sleep late huh ?", gone to bday party. LATER !", the message read.I then realized it was Saturday instead of Friday, I thought I was way late for school. A bit more relaxed. They were hoodlums all right, but they were somewhat organized and they occasionally operated out of a sense of honor, loyalty to family, friends and organization, something I value. Today, since Gotti and his ilk have followed the traditional career path, the whole bunch have been acting exclusively like the lowlifes that they are. Today they are almost all stupid murderous bastards. Years ago they were in it for the money, or the excitement, or because they were total psychos, but some of. Her legs were so flexible that horny males in the audience could not help but picture her poised on the end of their species propagating friendly weapons in various positions and angles best suited to their imagination. Her father and brother got so hot and bothered watching her practice at home that they made excuses to be elsewhere when she perfected her moves. It was probably a good idea since they were a religious minded family and not prone to sinful thoughts like incest.The male neighbors.