When would the girl return? Who would she bring with her? More men, more cocks, more spunk. My vaginal lips sticky with a sordid cocktail of sperm and sex milk, I desperately wanted to have a shower, to dress and escape from the house. But with my hands cuffed, I couldn't even make myself something to eat or enjoy a cup of coffee. Danny still hadn't phoned, and again I began to wonder whether he was in league with the tart. My only contact with the outside world now being with the bitch and her clients, I felt so isolated. It seemed that everyone was ganging up against me, scheming their schemes, planning my life. As I passed through the hall to the kitchen, it suddenly occurred to me that the bitch couldn't get in. I couldn't open the door, and she didn't have a key. Panicking as I thought I'd be imprisoned in the house forever, I tried to unlock the back door, but the key fell to the floor. Tears streaming down my face as I knelt to try and retrieve it, I jumped as I heard the front door open.
