A sheet of clear plastic was under my knees and my legs were splayed apart,propped open with a mop I assume,tied at each end to my ankles with my sock...,my clothes were off to the side in a crumpled pile. The smell of sweat and pre-cum filled the air and I honestly couldn't help but get instantly hard. "Look at this freaky pervert,he's into it!!" I heard a rumbling voice say behind me. I didn't know where this was going but I closed my eyes and waited for it all."Open your mouth bitch" I heard. (God I feel sick) but it’s true therefore it has to be said. Most of us have the power to choose certain things nowadays, we have the power to choose who we date, who we want to speak to every day, who will be our friends for a long time to come, and who we will only call if things start to go wrong, there’s just one thing we don’t have the power to choose and that one thing is the most important thing of all. I’m a cynic nowadays and I would only quietly admit to myself that I’m crazy about. "Good thing I was home, huh?"Jane's eyes grew wide and she nodded enthusiastically"Did you come with any clothes?" I askedMore nodding"Where are they?"Jane jerked her head towards the door indicating that they had been left outside. I walked to the door and opened it."Go get them"Jane's eyes grew wide. She had heard my neighbor's door open and my greeting to Mrs. Fuentes just as I had pulled her inside. I smacked her on the ass."Well, go get them, slut"Jane shuddered and she had a small orgasm.. I breathed a sigh of relief and put the key in the front door.The key wouldn't work. I looked at the shiny new lock and realised thatfor some reason the locks had been changed in the short time I had beenout!'Oh, Hell!' I said in frustration.This just wasn't my day.I went around the back of the house, trying the two other doors. Both ofthem were locked.I sat in the back garden, thinking about what next might happen. I justhad to get in the house, but I didn't want to break any windows.