"Well, this is awkward, isn't it? Luke, Riley died a few years ago. I'm sorry. I thought you knew. I could have sworn I remembered seeing you at the f...uneral."Riley was... dead? "Are you sure?" he demanded. What about the phone calls Sarah had received. The package."Well, I suppose it must have been someone else," she admitted, and when he looked at her funny, she explained, "It must have been someone who looked like you that was at the funeral."Oh, she thought he'd been asking if she was sure. I used to get stories from net. Copy all the stories and read them at home leisurely. I made a collection in my secret folder. This went on.I was a teenager now with hormones at their peak. The holidays was a boon. I was all day try to manage to get a sneak peak of mom’s assets. Even though I could not dare to brush her body, I loved watching her secretly and go to my room read stories and masturbate. This was my routine.I am not sure may be the stories effect or something I started observing. The doctor laughed and told me that over the next 15 minutes I would regain full control of all my body functions, he told me not to fight the bonds or the large object inside my pussy would rupture my internal organs. More humiliation as I now could move and had to stay still. He continued showing me more video and photographs of himself with each of the girls in the office who I worked with. I was furious with them all for not having put a stop to this brutal perverted man until he showed me. I get easily flustered, blush at the drop of a hat and stammer like a fool which does little for one’s sex appeal. Anyway, I clumsily bundled my washing inside one of the large metal machines, thankful for the distraction, relieved to be preoccupied. This relief was however very short-lived. In my haste I had managed to drop a silk thong on the floor, completely oblivious of my faux-pas. The guy walked over to my side of the washing machines to fetch some washing powder from the dispenser.