When you tried taking control, that made things worse. When you sat back and became complacent, that made things worse. Both doing nothing and doing s...omething only makes this situation worse for you. Just how I designed it.Hey, do you have your ex’s old book? Yeah, that one. She likes it a lot and wants it back. Why didn’t she ask herself? Um, awkward… she kind of didn’t want to talk to you directly. Sorry.And your obsession landed you a bingo. Yeah, I’m getting dick on the side. She doesn’t. Then everything went black.Angelina opened her eyes to complete darkness. She tries to move but her hands are bound above her head. She tugs at her arms, trying to break free. She felt a cloth gagging her mouth. She moved her feet around the floor. It was cool and damp. It felt really disgusting. Suddenly the lights came on. Candles were around the room and a chandelier like object was hanging. There were demons surrounding the room, looking at her as if to see a show. She looked up and saw her. Square up between her legs from behind, came the whip with wickedly nasty speed. His precise aim missing the torturous impaled anal tool, and striking her soft pussy flesh with hot burning pain.“Legs apart slave! Fuckin far ..far..apart!” he bellowed at her as she continued to sob away. She did as told, and spread her feet far apart, hoping to dear god he didn’t strike her there again, in her now burning hot folds.She suddenly felt his strong hands on her calves and the cool metal of one of the. "Hey..." his voice was soft still with hints of music, "Where were you?" Clearing up," I decided not to include my mother's outburst of opinion in my answer, "We need to talk about how this is going to work."Jesse tapped twice on the wall."I'm serious. It's not like I go around kissing every unbelievably hot guy who moves in next door you know."Jesse sniggered, and then his voice was close to me, speaking through the wall."Alright, sorry. So what do you want?" You mean besides you back on this.