He got off the trash bin and went over under the emergency steps. He told me to come over there. He kept his back to me and told me to give him my han...d. He put my had on his pubes and proved to me that he was hairy. I wanted to see it again. He told me no, that he was beyond all of that now. Disapointed I kept playing with his pubes. They felt nice in my fingers. All at once, with out him expecting it, I reached down and grabbed his dick. To my amazment he had definitly grown. It felt huge in. Donald told her to ask Brett if she could watch live. She said she would love that. Donald asked if she would like to video for us, in fact maybe next time that Agness, Brett and Donald are together she could video. She said yes and gave Donald her number. Later at Brett's after smoking a little, he instructed Donald to text her. He then started taking off his pants. They waited a few minutes and he asked if Donald had heard anything yet. Brett wanted to give a show to someone since Agness. ..Ugh. I couldn't face it. Why did the thought of leaving BlackthwaiteHouse fill me with fear? Why did I want to remain here and serve itsoccupants? Was I yet another captive falling in love with her captor?There was even a name for it, Something Syndrome. That wasn't me! Atleast I hoped not.The next morning, as if I didn't have enough to worry about, LadyBlackthwaite informed me that I was ready for my first public appearanceas a maid. They would be hosting a dinner party in a week for. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave Elise a weak smile. "Hiya, roomie." You're awake!" Yeah. I'm going to be fine, they tell me. I managed not to pickle any of my brain. God, I'm so glad you came and found me last night." You're right--the guys at that frat house didn't even want me to call 911, they were so worried about being found out." They should be thanking you, now, it would have been worse if I had been dead. Which they tell me was a possibility. Oh God, Elise, what am I going to do.