It was night, about 6 hours into my event, when there was a light knock on the door. “Suz, you in there?” My eyes widened in panic. Why was she c...lling out to my roommate? She repeated the question and then came in, casually swatting on the light. She was wearing a white tee and a short blue skirt. I screamed at her, but through the gag it didn’t make sense. She freaked out. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” she panicked, looking wildly around the room. “Is he still here?” She must have thought. I imbibed large quantities of beer, wine, and lesser amounts of hard liquor. I partook of the pleasures of a good Cuban cigar more than once, toked on a blunt or two, maybe more than just two; but kept away from anything else (not so much for fear of legal consequences, but rather out of my own conscience, and fear of being stupid). I got to eat simple hors d'oeuvres like crackers and cheese, barbeques, buffets, off of a' la carte menus, and nouveau cuisine dishes (although I still don't see. "I thought things had died down when, a couple of weeks later, I had my friends over on another Saturday. Danny and I got on my mom's bed with Susan between us and she jacked us both off. But before she could finish, wouldn't you know it, my mom caught us again! So besides the lecture about "being queer," I also got a lecture about teenaged pregnancy. That was just not my lucky day.I guess my mom was concerned about me because she probably though that I was turning into a sex addict. I didn't. "Caitlin it will be fine. Stop acting so childish and eat your dinner."She picked at her food and piled the vegetables up according to color. Very little touched her lips."Please excuse me, I need to go get ready."Her mind was made up. She would get his attention one way or another. Being the perfect slave had gotten her to this point, now she needed something more drastic. Punishment or not. She put her hair up with a rhinestone clip letting small strands of it dangle down her back and framing.