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With an average of 500 people signing up a day, there is never a lack of people to meet for sex.I had to call 911 and was stuck in the middle of nowhere scared to death, I literally thought I was going to die .After the sheriff's department showed up they just talked to the guys and then let them all go.As more mind control stories contain elements of BDSM than the reverse I've chosen to put it here. "If this is some sort of OD situation, I can take you to the hospital." "Aargh! "No, I'm not on drugs." "You're acting like you're on drugs." Cassie put her hands on her hips. So, fine, you get an explanation." I was still suspicious. Show me you don't have a recording app running on your phone." I wouldn't have the first clue how to check whether there was an app on my phone for that, let alone hers. I was reluctant to forcibly eject her from my apartment. Make up your mind." In spite of her words, she didn't move towards the door. Cassie stood again and tossed the thin piece of clothing in my direction. She was the one who knocked on my door wearing a skimpy dress and no underwear.Anyone who isn't comfortable with a large helping of sadomasochism with their mind control should probably hit the back button now. This is a complete story in and of itself and is not part of a larger work. "Do you want me to walk a straight line, or touch my nose or something? I don't do drugs, and I'm not a cop." "Right." If she hadn't been giving me a truly amazing view of her body, I probably would have kicked her out at that point. Maybe there was no ambush outside my door, but— "Wait, is this some setup for a reality TV show or something? Still, if she was recording something, calling her on it would probably make her think twice. Instead, Cassie merely raised her lowered arm back above her head, and spread her legs a bit further apart. " She wasn't really asking permission for any of those things. "Go on, search it." If she still wanted to maintain that pretense, I wasn't going to argue. Tomorrow, then." Cassie wordlessly began to put her dress back on. She involved me in her silly dare or whatever it was, not the other way around. Besides, La Campagna wasn't the sort of place you went in jeans and a t-shirt. — 2 — The following day, I was mildly surprised when there was a knock on my door at precisely six thirty.
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