He is cruel to me at times. He hides me in the cage downstairs in his basement with only water and crackers and a litter box when people come over. ...He has one lover that he treasures. He knows I am a very jealous person. He love to degrade and humiliate me. When his lover comes over, i kneel before his bed, licks her cunt and suck his cock to lubricate it and then am forced to watch as he makes sweet love to her, making her come over and over again. I wait on my knees, watching in shame. I wet my pants.’ ‘Did you think of your own safety?’ ‘I was faced with attempting to save a van driver. No time to waste on frivolous thinking.’ ‘Are you a heroine?’ ‘Hell no, anyone could have do what I did… they just didn’t think about the need to move fast.’ ‘Fifi, from his hospital bed the van driver is calling you a heroine.’ ‘He could be expected to say that. There’s probably not much he can remember about his day and you guys would have been asking him were I a heroine. We here at. This sounds bizarre today, but that was not unusual for most nearly seventeen-year-olds still living with their parents in the early 1960s. It was very nice at first even with the little sister. Our first real date as boyfriend-girlfriend was to a drive-in movie. I had enough money to treat us to popcorn, hotdogs, and soft drinks. With little sister in the front seat and Mary and I in the rear seat, we were able to discreetly kiss and caress each other over our clothing. This was wonderful. Suddenly there was a flurry of activity, Laura had rolled off me and was laying over my arm. Kazumi quickly stepped onto the bed, over me and off the other side. She took hold of my wrist and slipped something over it. As this happened Laura rolled over me again and then I felt the tightness around both wrists. A look left and right saw that they were bound by a couple of my ties. Laura and Kazumi got off the bed and walked to the foot, step by step, looking over me at each other. Their bodies.