She got changed too, now she had an old rock band tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants that hugged her lower half."So, what do you want to talk about?" ... kicked my feet up and rested them on the windowsill. We had to speak louder than normal for our voices to carry across the distance between our houses but not to loud that our families could hear us."I kinda need to ask you something." What?" I blushed a bit but not enough for her to see."Got any plans tomorrow?" She leaned forward in her chair. The clock went off at nine and Helen rolled over to snuggle up next to me and I pushed her away."Not today honey, you told me to make sure that you got up."She crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom and I got up and made the coffee. I heard the shower and ten minutes later Helen came into the kitchen."A little late for work aren't you?" No, not today or any other day for that matter." What does that mean?" I got laid off yesterday. I need to get out and start job hunting today."I found. Lock her in when you leave her, and then return the key to me chamber.” Her wicked laugh echoed in the hallway as she turned on her heels and walked away. Samantha clambered forward as the maids led her away. Her knees were sore on the hard marble floor. She sighed and muttered her defiance, but her body was quivering with excitement now, wet with perspiration, dripping between her legs, compliant and aroused. She was thrown inside the banquet hall, face down, still on her knees so her round. It is very clear that I'm going to fuck her again. She is my bitch and I'm going to plant my seed into her again. “ Stop!” She screams at the top of her lungs. “ Stop you motherfucker!” She said crying. But those words worked no better than her kicking. My weight has pushed her head down to the bed but her ass is still high up in the air. She slipped off into a trance but now she is back wide awake. She feels my hands still gripping around her neck and I'm still humping against her. She knew.