She quickly put her panties on and raced down the stairs.“Hello?”“Hi. I was just about to hang up. Were you busy?” Roger’s voice replied.“...Oh, Roger. No. I went upstairs to lay down for a while, and I guess I must have dozed off. Are you home already?”“Yes. The interview ended a little earlier than I expected, so I cleaned up some business I had hanging and came home. Are you coming over?”“Be there as soon as I can. Did they give you any hints about your chances of getting the job?”“You just get. ”Brock rounded the kitchen wall and stepped outside to the backyard.It was a big lawn. He used to throw the football around with his dad all the time when he was a kid. There was a trampoline him and Emily used in middle school. A hammock and a swing. The patio was a popular place for neighborhood barbecues and family get togethers. And the most popular spot, the wide and clear saltwater pool in the middle. To the side, the hot tub, and the two people in it.Brock’s dad Kevin was sitting in the. I could stand on the balcony, obviously naked, except for the collar which wouldn’t come off. I could go to the bathroom on the upper floor. But when I walked towards the stairs, the collar gave me an unpleasant shock. Seconds later, another shock made me run back to my room. Having learned my limits, I masturbated again. The next morning, I woke up happy and relieved. Before going down for breakfast, I made sure to lock myself into the chastity patch. It gave me a warm familiar feeling. Next,. I lived with my Grandma and everyone pretended like it didn't exist. At the time, I knew my Mom was a crackhead but I didn't really understand what she was doing on the corners all night to the early morning. I think I knew, but I was just naïve I guess... So one morning I saw my Mom getting into an old Sanford and son truck. They drove to next street and parked. I could see my school bus coming down the street, but I hid. Once the school bus passed, I proceeded towards the truck. Not knowing.