He laid me down on his bed. I looked at my feet and saw Samantha, who could no longer recognize the face because of the various emotions that were on her face. I wanted to rock her with the butt plug I was holding and tell her I was the winner. She looked at me and Adams. She was watching us, so to make her mad even more; I grabbed Adams' neck again to whisper to him.

“How's Samantha?” I pretended to feel sorry and looked back at the woman who seemed to be crying. Ankle cuffs have not yet been placed on her. The only problem was that Adams...