"That wasn't so bad was it?" I asked her."No, not at all. So was that my entire payment?" Brenda asked dilligently. "No, we can say that was half, you...can come back in two weeks, but then we have to do something a little bit different, okay?" Sure" I already had my plans figured out. I was going to fuck her silly. I went out the next day to buy some baby oil, in case she didn't get wet enough.Two weeks went by, and i masturbated every night thinking of Brenda.Yet again, Brenda woke me up at. Then moan. Then giggle. I head some light slapping. Then more moaning. It was a playful time for them. I actually felt a little happy, mixed amongst my rage. As it continued, my rage began to turn to humiliation. I began to feel embarrassed that I let this happen. Its like the classic case of the victim feeling it was their fault. Except I wasn't the victim, she was. And it was my fault!I stood there, blushing. Embarrassed to be myself. I felt ashamed. I started to tear up again.. I could feel a lump in my throat and my body startingto tingle as the nerves began to work through my body. I looked deadahead and blocked out the world, trying to go back into the zone that Iwas in earlier. If Ally is as good as everyone seems to think she is,then I just need to get the ball rolling and my body will execute. Itook a deep breath and nodded to myself. Like that old guy says in thatmovie my Dad loves, I eat pressure for breakfast.I took a few steps back to give myself some. I led a rescue mission to save 90 people with minor casualties. Two. I lived at Letchworth.” “Ok so what do you have in mind?” “Forget about Letchworth they’ll execute you on sight, stick with me, and come to D.C or Baltimore with me. I could use the help and company anyways.” “Ok, just no funny business!” “Where would the fun be in that? I laughed She gave me a chuckle and went to go get supplies. “This is Owen, I’ve.