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My buddy Carlos was calling to tell me that whatever I was into was about to go sour,. He told me that the people whose house I was in didn't have a daughter in the club scene - in fact they had no kids at all. At first I fully expected a barrage of cops to burst in the room and arrest me, but the look of sheer terror in her face told me she was no cop. I needed some answers, but first I had to make sure she gave me no more trouble. I pushed her face down on the coffee tabled and went to the window. I cut cord from all the curtains which gave me more than enough to tie up my little captive. I pressed her tits painfully into the wood and tied her to the table, anchoring the knots underneath. As I was wrapping her up, I decided to see what she had to say, so I pulled the strip from her teeth and let her work the panties out. at first she tried to beg, but the more rope I wrapped on her body, the more she realized the only way out of this was to come clean. I could've kicked my own ass when she confessed she was the maid's daughter - explaining how she had access to the place. While the people were gone, she used their house and cars to play "rich girl;" I was so pissed I could've shot her right there, but I decided to humiliate her instead. With her body anchored, I pulled her hair back and tied it off to her ankles, making her as still as a statue. I took advantage and pleasured myself in her mouth, which she surprisingly didn't try and stop. As soon as I was done, I crammed the drool soaked panties in and shut her mouth with strips of tape from a roll I found in the desk. Those puppy eyes watched me as I pressed the tape on, and moved to the door. She'd be on that table until her mother's boss or someone found her and I'm willing to bet she'd think hard before playacting again.
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