He lived in the basement of my aunt and uncle's house until I was in high school. When I was over there when I was younger, I mostly watched TV. Somet...mes we would play board games, but for the most part I entertained myself.One night my parents were gone until almost three in the morning. My uncle worked the graveyard shift and was at work. My aunt was asleep upstairs. Latrell asked me if I wanted to come down to the basement. I shrugged my shoulders and followed him. The basement wasn't. The women had things nicely planned out; they would ensure he saw her dressed in school uniform and getting on a school bus the following day; they would then send him a copy of the film showing him fucking her. He would receive instructions on what he had to do.Fenton struggled in his tight leather bonds as he sniffed perpetually at the panties; he had gratefully shot his load several times whilst awaiting the return of his freshly fucked mistress. He was close to coming again when Clara made. McAlton?"The man offered a hand and Rob shook it, noting his grip was firm but not overpowering."That I am, but you can call me Archer for now. Mind if I call you Robby?" he asked."Rob, please. I outgrew Robby a while ago." He reflected it wasn't really all that long ago. His mind boggled at the changes since Halloween."Rob it is," Archer said, breaking into his woolgathering. "Why don't I show you the dojo and then ask you some questions, and we'll see if what I have to offer will work for. She was supposed to be asleep at such a late time anyway, her falling eyelids were hinting, so she may as well try the file and see how she felt in the morning.She downloaded the file to her phone, got comfortable in bed and still as dead, listening in on her headphones. She focused on the words being sweeped into her mind. There was a constant ambient noise, removing any sound from the outside world, with sighs of relaxation and laughter fading in and out. Soon a dreamlike voice floated above.