My shirt and chest were a mess with my sticky cum, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Groaning, I reached down and pulled off a sock and ...uickly wiped myself clean. Collapsing back on the bed, I pulled the covers over my naked body and fell asleep, dreaming of Angie.True to the policeman's word, there was a quiet knock on door little more than hour later, and I wondered how quickly he had driven to get here."How is she?" were the first words out of my mouth, but the man in front of. A terrible band started playing out of key on a stage and after a few dissatisfied murmurs from the crowd she and her friend Trista had got up and danced to liven the joint up. Trista was a good-looking young woman with a shapely slim body and long blonde hair.They were the only ones on the dance floor and were, if not drunk, getting that way. Despite this they were both cool, natural movers and they hit a good groove even with the terrible music. Both of them were bisexual, and had been lovers. "Angel, love, do you know why I didn't answer my phone today?" At this point, all questions are rhetorical, since I am completely unable to speak, but he continues, as if I had. "I knew you were having a bad day. You emailed me, remember? I went to the market to get lobster, and was going to cook you dinner, and pamper you, since I thought it was what you needed. Your behavior has brought you here, instead, and this is where you will stay until you have learned to control your temper." . It’s also nice to know that I could be worse off, overall I’m treated better then these work slaves, I actually have a bed to sleep in and MOSTLY only punished when needed not randomly and often for fun like them. Also when no one else’s around, they take orders from me. I’m physically too weak, you’ve probably figure that much knowing my physical stats, so I have to get them to help me out in my daily work. I used relate with them, in that we were all in the same situation more or less, but.