I need to get laid. Since my boyfriend has gone away I have found myself engaging in new and exciting fantasies in my sleep, unable to focus on anythi...g aside from the thought of my normally sweet and innocent boyfriend fucking me. Hard. Violently. I have found my appetite for thinking about it insatiable. This has led to the need to finger myself in the toilets at work, in the library, in all sorts of public places. I decided a while ago that there was only one thing to do to satisfy this. The bosses stayed where they were safe, but the workers were imprisoned, for practical purposes. The workers were well paid, but they really had little that they could spend their money on. Most of them thought that they could work in the mansion for a while and accumulate a nice stash of money and then leave. What they didn't know was that nobody left except in the proverbial pine box.Any outside work, such as was done by that telephone answerer, were people hired from a local gang that did. We leaned against the back wall as my uncle looked the place over. It was a very large theater. It probably had seating for a couple hundred people but there were only about 50 people in the seats. Most of them were spread out but in some spots I could see two people sitting next to each other. We turned to check out the back rows of the theater. This area seemed quite a bit more crowded. There must have been 20 or 30 men back here. The ages seemed to range from young to very old. Some were. Is there something Mama and Daddy haven’t told me because they don’t want to worry me? Just like I’m doing with them… ********** Charles and Diana were crawling into bed later that night after their showers. He noticed the worried look on her face. ‘What’s troubling you, pretty lady?’ ‘Mama. I know you’ve never seen her before, but she looks a lot more tired and…weak…than I’ve ever seen her look before. I’m afraid she might be sick somehow and she’s not telling me about it. Why wouldn’t she.