But how to do that? Think Selena.I know better that to hope I will find some magical, secret exit. If I ever want to leave this place I’ll have to b... pretty fucking smart. I have to find a weakness of his somehow, something he’s said or done which will help me figure out a way to leave safely. Think, think! There must be something, a weak spot, an escape, a loophole; something. If I could find that one thing, I know I will be free.A loophole. As soon I realise his weakness, the loophole blares. I put the bike away and closed the garage and I was in the house just checking things out. After last nights romp with Michelle before I left for the day I contacted my cleaning company to come and do the laundry and clean the house. They had been there and the house looked great again. I had just cracked a beer and the door bell rang . I looked at the time and it was too early for Leslie to be here so I want to the door and there in all her glory was Michelle. She just brushed past me and I. However, she sent them only to her aunt and not their stern uncle who if informed would give Marti a butt whipping far past what was necessary to make the point. After all they were sisters and she loved her very much. She did not want to see her hurt as bad as she had experienced once over a boy issue in her teen past.Three Days Later:Things are not what they always seem and Marti who had just turned twenty one years-old was a perfect example because at times she still acted like a thirteen. She asked what happened and i told her she fell asleep and was out for 8 hours. She responded by saying wow, that long, damnt that couch really hurt my ass. Now that i had acted on my fantasys of fucking my neighbor ann. So now i set my sights on a classmate of mine sherri. Sherri was a smokin hot 16 year old . She was Latina and had an very athletic body with huge c-cup tits. She was an athletic girl who played varsity girls basketball. I loved to watch her run up and down the court, her tits.