I stoppedwearing panties, because he treated me as though I were bare-assedanyway. I didn't exactly object to this, because my pussy was always so gla...d tobe so well penetrated that I had no other thoughts.He called me "Chiquita" as if I had no other name he could remember. Hewas always very polite, holding a chair for me, holding the door open,asking my opinion of where we were to eat and with whom.Things started to go downhill when I started sucking his friends' cocks.We were out with a couple. I stood in awe at the quality of her voice and how well she sang the song. I never heard a missed word or a skipped beat throughout the rendition. Her voice had a slight edge to it that separated her from the 'wanna-be' country singers; this girl had 'it.' She had as distinctive a voice as Reba McEntire or Dolly Parton, a characteristic that would serve her well and ensure a long career. As far as I could tell, the song was perfect too.I guess the others around me also thought her singing got. After being there for twenty minutes or so Grandma had to go but I was asked if I wanted to stay.I took Grandma to her shop and then went back to the pub, getting myself a drink this lady came to talk to me. “Are you *****” “Yes” “I’m Audrey’s sister, Rose, she told me all about you” “Really” smiling at me she said “Oh yes all about you”, I smiled to myself, we went and sat at a table to talk, pointing to a man in a wheelchair she said “That’s my husband”.Apparently Rose’s hubby was ten years. Curious, I put the key in the lock and it snapped open.Shit! I thought, panicking. I was free! All I had to do was open the door and leave, and then I would be released from this coven of crazy witches...I looked back towards the main area where I heard someone laughing.Quick, I thought. Time to go. Time to get out of here, pack up my entire life, and move someplace far, far away where no one knows me or can associate me in any way to this group of girls who all, somehow, were able to get.