While we shared several of the same friends, for some reason, we never got to spend much time together.“Those friends always spoke very highly of yo...u and were so saddened by your untimely death. Your memory is one that I trust they will always carry with them. Be at peace, Becky Stepanek, and know that you were loved and respected by many people. Goodbye.” With that, I turned to see where Kevin had moved off to and found that he was standing just a few feet behind me and had probably heard. From the ground he picked up a crowbar. "Do you know what's in it?" A pig?" No. I used a pig for Erika's last punishment. I'm not going to use another pig." A cow?" No." With the crowbar, Wayne started hitting the crate, trying to open it. "There are spiders in here."When Wayne finally punched a hole in the crate with his crowbar, a swarm of small and hairy spiders crawled out. Each one was about the size of a chestnut. When about thirty spiders escaped, Wayne sealed the hole on the crate back. Well it all started in my summer vacation when my cousin Deepthi who was 21 came to our place to enjoy the vacation n as well to search a job for her, I forgot to tell u about her she is 5’3 height, 34 32 34 which any man would die for and her golden brown skin mixes with her figure I would imagine her like a cookie with choc chips on it.As I returned home from gym, I rang the door bell and to my surprise Deepthi opened the door I greeted her with a formal hug as we normally do every, we were. This man who could easily be my Master, or my Lord. No. I didn't recognize the voice. Oh, God... It was a neighbour. I didn't know many neighbours, but had a feeling I'd never met this one before.I cried out against his cock, my voice sounding muffled, choked, as his cock slid in and out of my throat. I didn't dare bite. Or did I? I felt the panic rise in me, wondering again if my owners knew what this man was doing. I wondered, too, what the men, my owners, were doing. Where were they? Why.