She looked up at the sliver of moon and wondered if it was waxing or waning, but realized she had little frame of reference to equate it to even an ap...roximate date. Perhaps she shouldnt have flushed from her memory everything she learned in that astronomy class. The rickety wooden steps creaked as she climbed to the log cabins porch, and she hesitated a moment as she remembered her nakedness. Oh well, it wouldnt be the first time shed shown up here undressed. She knocked tentatively on the. At 2:10 Monday morning I got an email message: “My Prince,” followed by a code word. It meant my paternal grandfather, the Patron, had a use for my services. To be clear, serving him was my primary responsibility, the gang was a hobby and the law firm was recreation. At least, that was the Patron’s view.It would not wait since it seemed I was going to kill a friend. It would also screw up my day. My friend’s day would be worse of course, but he had asked for it. I had to wonder at the irony, I. I loved to feel the spongy mushroom shape head rub the roof of my mouth. My tongue rubbed the bottom of his cock as my lips felt every small ridge or bump on his wonderful cock. My head was bobbing up and down his dick and I knew I had to be careful not make him cum. My fingers were rubbing my hot pussy and desperately wanted to have a cock deep in me.I stood up and turned around. I position the cock at my opening. I then started to push back against the cock."Oh fuck yeah" said my lover's. When I entered my room, I was shocked to see a cage had been placed in the corner, where my bed had been less than an hour before, and all my clothes thrown onto the floor in a large heap. Queen Bee, who had finished her bath, trapped me in the room and told me she would be packing all my clothes away, as she had everything I would need from now on.Sending me off to take a shower, Queen Bee, cleared out my room, and, as I left the bathroom, clapped manacles on my wrists and ankles, dragging me.