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The year started out pretty 'grim' for Simon.

His girlfriend broke up with him at a friend's New Years party they were attending, his parents home was foreclosed on, as come to find out, his Dad had lost his job months ago and had stopped making the mortgage payments which in turn caused a huge row and his parents separated. His Dad went to live with the woman he had been secretly seeing for years, that no one knew about, and his Mom went to live with her sister, who Simon hated and absolutely refused to go along with her. Now homeless, jobless, penniless and unable to pay his student loans, he was out on the street. Loading up his meager possessions into his 1972 MGC. he hit the highway until he couldn't pay for petrol anymore. He sold his car to the first used car lot he came too and took the 500 quid offered, his bag of clothes and guitar, and walked the streets. All seemed lost.

That was six months ago. Fortune lead him to a new housing development, just outside of Luton. It was still in the early stages and no houses were built except for the show house that was completed. Simon soon discovered that the basement door did not lock properly and so he entered the property. This was a high end model home and had all the amenities. The electric was on, cable TV, fridges, toilets, showers and Jacuzzi, were all hooked up and functioning. He found a small storage room within the basement where he set up his things. His daily routine was to go into town. He would play his guitar, sing some popular songs and this busking usually paid off well. With the money he got, it was enough to buy food and supplies that he would take and return to the house under the cover of darkness. Occasionally, they had an open house where food was catered and he use to put on his suit and pretend he was an agent looking for houses for rich clients. This was like icing on the cake! The developers usually had a number of good looking sales girls at these events that would flirt with prospective buyers.

This particular evening, there was only one sales girl at the open house and no clients had shown up. Nor did the caterer. Apparently, the invitations that were sent out had the wrong date printed on them and the girl, who's name was Jenny, was surprised that Simon showed up. He said that he was in the area and noticed her car in the driveway. They chatted for a while and he was quite enamored by her outfit that accentuated her legs and her rather large breasts! Finally, he asked if there was anything he could do to help her and she smiled at him and said no, she was going to wait a little longer then leave herself. They both said goodnight and Simon left by the front door, then slipped around the back.

Making himself comfortable in the store room he opened a can of larger and then popped a tab of acid that a hippy had given him while he was playing in town, taped to a pound note that he dropped in his guitar case. He felt good. He switched on his cell phone and went to the YouTube app. 'This should be fun' he thought. After a couple of minutes he heard a vehicle pull up and switch off its engine. Then he heard the front door slam and a man's voice talking loudly but he couldn't make out the words. After a minute or so, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs into the basement. Simon peered around the corner. The basement light went on and a man slowly opened the door and looked around. Jenny was with him and she looked frightened.

Holding her arms, he pushed the girl in front of him he ordered her to kneel down and keep quiet. He then produced rolls of tape and started to tie her arms behind her back! Each time the tape was pulled from the roll it made a loud tearing sound, like ripping canvas. Simon couldn't believe what he was seeing! The acid hadn't kicked in yet so this was really happening. "Oh god!" he thought to himself. More tape was then tied around her upper body body that made her tits stand out further. "What the fuck is going on?" again, he thought to himself.

to be continued.......

Description
The year started out pretty 'grim' for Simon.

His girlfriend broke up with him at a friend's New Years party they were attending, his parents home was foreclosed on, as come to find out, his Dad had lost his job months ago and had stopped making the mortgage payments which in turn caused a huge row and his parents separated. His Dad went to live with the woman he had been secretly seeing for years, that no one knew about, and his Mom went to live with her sister, who Simon hated and absolutely refused to go along with her. Now homeless, jobless, penniless and unable to pay his student loans, he was out on the street. Loading up his meager possessions into his 1972 MGC. he hit the highway until he couldn't pay for petrol anymore. He sold his car to the first used car lot he came too and took the 500 quid offered, his bag of clothes and guitar, and walked the streets. All seemed lost.

That was six months ago. Fortune lead him to a new housing development, just outside of Luton. It was still in the early stages and no houses were built except for the show house that was completed. Simon soon discovered that the basement door did not lock properly and so he entered the property. This was a high end model home and had all the amenities. The electric was on, cable TV, fridges, toilets, showers and Jacuzzi, were all hooked up and functioning. He found a small storage room within the basement where he set up his things. His daily routine was to go into town. He would play his guitar, sing some popular songs and this busking usually paid off well. With the money he got, it was enough to buy food and supplies that he would take and return to the house under the cover of darkness. Occasionally, they had an open house where food was catered and he use to put on his suit and pretend he was an agent looking for houses for rich clients. This was like icing on the cake! The developers usually had a number of good looking sales girls at these events that would flirt with prospective buyers.

This particular evening, there was only one sales girl at the open house and no clients had shown up. Nor did the caterer. Apparently, the invitations that were sent out had the wrong date printed on them and the girl, who's name was Jenny, was surprised that Simon showed up. He said that he was in the area and noticed her car in the driveway. They chatted for a while and he was quite enamored by her outfit that accentuated her legs and her rather large breasts! Finally, he asked if there was anything he could do to help her and she smiled at him and said no, she was going to wait a little longer then leave herself. They both said goodnight and Simon left by the front door, then slipped around the back.

Making himself comfortable in the store room he opened a can of larger and then popped a tab of acid that a hippy had given him while he was playing in town, taped to a pound note that he dropped in his guitar case. He felt good. He switched on his cell phone and went to the YouTube app. 'This should be fun' he thought. After a couple of minutes he heard a vehicle pull up and switch off its engine. Then he heard the front door slam and a man's voice talking loudly but he couldn't make out the words. After a minute or so, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs into the basement. Simon peered around the corner. The basement light went on and a man slowly opened the door and looked around. Jenny was with him and she looked frightened.

Holding her arms, he pushed the girl in front of him he ordered her to kneel down and keep quiet. He then produced rolls of tape and started to tie her arms behind her back! Each time the tape was pulled from the roll it made a loud tearing sound, like ripping canvas. Simon couldn't believe what he was seeing! The acid hadn't kicked in yet so this was really happening. "Oh god!" he thought to himself. More tape was then tied around her upper body body that made her tits stand out further. "What the fuck is going on?" again, he thought to himself.

to be continued.......