One month has passed since my father-in-law passed away and I moved into this vacant house with my husband. She got used to living here and felt comfortable living here, but her husband was very disgusted with frequent calls from the community association. Then, on the day her husband left for her two-night, three-day business trip, the neighborhood chairman suddenly visited her. I was shown a voyeur photo of me comforting myself, and when I thought that masochism was lurking in my heart, she gave me a collar and a hemp rope with a fearless smile.
