Out of all of the chores left for me, the one I liked the most, or at least the one I hated the least, was mowing the lawn. I was out in the sun and c...uld take my shirt off while working to start on an early tan. Another benefit of mowing the lawn was the attention of my neighbor Charlotte, a girl in my year who seemed to come out and sunbathe every Saturday, just after I began working. I had caught her several times, watching me work without a shirt on and smiled as her face turned ruby red. I. I had two options. I could stay at the top and watch Erika be tortured or I could try save her.I ran back to Erika's bedroom to fetch my father's handgun. The gun had no bullets, but Wayne didn't know that. Perhaps I could scare Wayne by pointing the gun at him.I sat at the top of the stairs. Wayne came back. Erika received her glass of red cordial. She took a sip and like a spoilt brat complained that it was too warm."I can't drink warm cordial," she said, handing the glass back to her father.. And Hana rubbed her butt, then spread her cheeks and jabbed some of the goo into her anus."You are free to get up and try to go. You will be unable to leave the house or even put on clothes. Your torment will continue until you give me a signed, legal contract which makes you my property and you verbally agree to it. You will voluntarily put yourself under my control and then I will grant you release from your suffering."Rati made no move to escape when they released her, she just laid there. “It will be more comfortable for you on your stomach JP,” Gullah informed JP.As if in a trance, JP climbed onto the bed on his stomach.“Open your legs,” Gullah directed, as he hovered above JP’s body on extended arms. Gullah commenced rubbing his knob between JP’s cheeks and as Gullah had predicted, JP could feel the unctuous ooze making his crevice more and more slippery.“The tenser you are, the worse it will hurt. Just relax baby,” Gullah then advised.Lifted on one arm, Gullah now used his.