"Helen noticed what I was up to and casually remarked: "Ohhhh, that's nice lover, feels soooo good, please don't stop." And then she continued with he...r monologue."She did, hoisting up her skirt to her hips as she complied. I pulled her panties to one side and tongued the shit out of her. She came so quickly I couldn't believe it. Anne wasn't kidding when she said she was hot. I tugged her off the counter and led her into a cubicle. I sat down on the toilet and she knelt down and ate me out. I. On instinct I checked my phone as if I had forgotten something. A cold shiver rocked my spine. It had been just over two hours since I came back to reality. With a dry mouth I robotically went and opened the door. “Mr. John Micheals?”, asked one of two unassuming men in three piece suits? I had to swallow hard before answering yes. “We are here on behalf of Mr. Price. I understand you were expecting us. May we come in?” I stepped aside mechanically and motioned to kitchen table. One man sat. “Don’t touch my door asshole!” Morgan screamed from the room.“Open it then,” Mills responded calmly.“No!”“Then we’re taking it down!”“Fine! I’ll open it,” Morgan lied.“Go ahead then,” Mills said waiting to hear furniture move.Instead, after a few minutes a piece of paper slipped under the door.It read:Dear Edward, Kill yourself. ????❤ Miss O’Bryan“Argh, this fucking bitch! Take the damn door down now!” Mills ordered.Morgan giggled as she sat on the floor hooking the last few chain links. He had given her permission but made her stay on the phone with him the entire time, describing what she was doing, saying humiliating things about herself and finally begging permission to come in her panties for him. Oh, how she had loved that!Diana loved everything about being his possession: loved the feeling of complete surrender to him; loved having no other purpose but to please and obey him; loved knowing that he could do whatever he wanted with her; loved feeling safe and cherished.