.... I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creep...ng feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then soon enough i would get a apartment, met a slightly above average girl, marry her, pump out two to three brats, buy a house, and then. “Come in” I said, walking into the room, gave me the opportunity to look more closely at the pair, the mother's ass was confined by the lycra but only just. The daughter skinny, the shorts barely covering her arse cheeks, the sides of the top allowing glimpses of her budding tits. The mother standing between the daughter and me said: “got the money”. “Yes,” I said, "let me look at the merchandise”. Stepping out of the way and pushing the daughter forward the mother asked if I liked what I saw.. I step over to the window, draw the curtains, turn the lights down, come back over to the piano bench, then nudge you forward a few inches to the front as I sit down behind you, my legs straddling yours on either side, wrapping both arms around your stomach – I lean in and place a soft, wet kiss on the back of your neck – you giggle, shiver, but keep on playing. I slip my left hand up under your t-shirt to those gorgeous firm breasts I so adore and begin caressing them, rolling your nipples. ” It was a woman's voice.My head felt foggy and heavy. I shook it to try and clear the cobwebs out, which turned out to be a mistake. Bombs went off between my ears. I tried to speak but my mouth and throat were too parched. I cracked my eyes open, the surroundings came slowly into focus. I was in a small white room, sitting in a chair, in front of a long, white desk. I blinked to clear the water from eyes and looked around me. I didn't recognize the room. There were no doors or windows. The.