Take that passing comment for example. I dwelled on it all morning at work. During meetings, interacting with other coworkers, the tiny voice in the b...ck of my mind was hers, and it was saying "tell me about it." She wanted to know details of the self pleasure that was yet to come. She knew that my "kink" tended towards the grotesque or more obvious expressions and acts of lust (much more so than her refined tastes). She had stuck a toe in the gutter of my libido and thrown me a bone in her. From that day onwards I often used to think about her and masturbate several times a day, this was happening for a long time and on my attempts to get her on bed I started to talk with her. At first she didn’t spoke that good but later she started to speak so frankly and she even used to stay on my home after she became close to me for doing her project works. At those times when she stays she used to be in my room and she will lie in my bed itself without any hesitations. I started to suffer. Gretchen took the key and opened the car including the trunk. In the trunk were Chastity's keys and purse with the wallet on top. It had no money in it but Gretchen thought the credit cards were all there. Her phone, strangely enough, was missing.The detectives told Gretchen they would impound the car for a thorough examination. Sandy and I each drove a vehicle back. Sandy pulled behind Gretchen's car with Mack's Mustang and I pulled beside her in my convertible.We looked at each other and. It doesn't work like that. You wanted me involved, so now I am. Me or mom, decide right now!"I walked over to my bike and got on it. I was just about to start for home when she answered me."You. But you have to set a list of what I have to do to get your trust back. There has to be a finish where I know it is over." I already told you. You lost my trust by deceiving and manipulating me. I'll start trusting you again when I do. I don't know how long that will take, and there isn't any list I can.