"I will be a good slave." you force Eileen to say, as Jonas is ramming her asshole."Good idea! She really is more of a slave now, isn't she?"*I'm not ...oing to be a slave! Once I get control back I'm going to the police.* she cries.Jonas grabs Eileen's hips and flips her onto her back on the couch. He climbs on top of her body and jams his dick in her pussy. She still feels everything, and I'm just watching Jonas fuck her crazy through her eyes.Finally Jonas cums inside her. Out of breath he. She whispered, "Good work, hon." She lay on her side facing me, all curled up, and closed her eyes.I waited a moment, watching her, and said, "You knew what Jessica was like. You did that on purpose." Mm-hm. Sort of." What if I'd fucked her brains out?" You could have, but I doubted you would have wanted to. Anyway,it takes more than looks to seduce you. Don't you think I knowthat?" She yawned. "You better get to sleep. You're meeting Ronnie in the morning."I watched her fall asleep. Darn if. It swings open, he must have left it open for me. I ignore one more split second thought of running away and I walk in, trying to be as casual as possible, this is not easy. I am met by a brick wall of emotions and memories as I step inside. Everything is so familiar, the smell of fresh clothes, the couches, the little messy clutters everywhere, oatmeal bowls left from when he got home from work still sitting on the coffee table, empty water bottles. He is lying in his usual position on the. ‘Please?’ I smiled and accepted it. He was off to Mrs. Newton’s car, taking in two bags. Meanwhile, Mrs. Newton walked over to me. ‘He’s very handsome, dear. I was wondering when one of those boys at your school would wise up. You’ve been single for too long.’ She gave my shoulder a motherly pat. Lifting a sardonic eyebrow, I wondered how many groceries one little old lady needed as my ‘young man’ kept hauling in bags. ‘Kaden didn’t exactly ‘wise up.’ His friend spilled a drink on me and he.