I emptied out his house as quickly and quietly as I could and, after moving my entire set-up to a safe place, trashed my apartment completely, making ...t look as if somebody unofficial got in first. Wolf time, my friend. I even splashed a copious amount of my precious blood around. Enough of it to make them think I might have been killed. At least I hope so. There is one tiny blessing in the fact that nobody saw me after my makeover and I am since listed as missing. Wilbur, however, was a. My approval wasn't asked for but I offered it anyway and told him that if the donations weren't enough, I would gladly make up the difference myself.He also would whore me out, advertising in a sex paper closer to where I lived. I would be allowed to help write the ads and I would, of course, pay for them.His own needs were easily satisfied. We would spend a night or two together every month, much like that night. He would whip me with his belt, fuck me, and inflict pain in various ways. He. Kissing me on the lips she then left the room, I could taste my cum on her. I drank my now tepid tea and headed off to the shower not really believing what had just happened.Once dressed I headed downstairs where Cheryl was preparing breakfast, Dave was back and taking a shower "not a word to Dave" she says before he comes down, I didn't really need telling.Me and Dave are now heading off to join rest of the stag party, paintball, curry and lots of beer,Stag due went well, great time at. "And I can make it a better surprise if you can bring something with you." "Like what?" I inquired. "A pair of fresh panties." Evan replied. "More panties?" I asked. "How many pairs of my panties do you think I'm going to give you?" "Don't worry." Evan said in a reassuring tone. "I'm not going to keep them." Before I could say anything else, he added, "No thongs or lace, okay? Just something soft and silky." "8:20 tonight?" I asked, intrigued now at his curious invitation. "Make it 8:25 just in.