Debt. Friend. My girlfriend

I owed Slava forty thousand since last winter. Back then, I thought I'd borrow it and pay it back quickly, but things weren't working out with my job, then I got fired, then I found a new one, but it paid less. Anyway, by autumn, I realized the amount had grown: Slava calculated the interest, reminded me every month, but didn't push me. He was generally a calm person, the kind of guy who knows how to wait. Vera and I had been living together for three years. She worked in a salon, and I hung out wherever I could. The sex was casual: two or three times a week, longer on weekends, nothing fancy. I was happy with it. I think she was too, although a couple of times she mentioned wanting to try something new. I laughed it off because I didn't understand what she was missing. In November, Slava came to our house. He said he needed money by the end of the month, otherwise he'd go to my parents—they'd definitely help, but I didn't want that. Vera sat next to him, listening. Slava looked at her more often than at me. Then he suggested a different way to settle the debt. Not bluntly, but as if it were his own fantasy: he'd come to our place once a week, stay the night, and we'd do whatever he said. Vera was silent, but I noticed she wasn't surprised. It was as if they'd already discussed this without me. I tried to bargain. Slava calmly reminded me about my parents. I agreed. The first night was the hardest. He came over on Saturday, undressed in our bedroom, sat in a chair, and simply watched as Vera undressed me. I didn't want to, but I got hard. She did everything slowly, as if she knew it was more humiliating. Slava didn't rush me. He only said once, "Put your hands behind your back." I did. Then he called Vera. She knelt between his legs, and he held her hair and looked at me. I had to sit on the bed and watch her do what she used to do only to me. I could have gone into another room, but Slava said that if I left, he would add another month. An hour later, he told me to lie down on the floor. Vera put a belt around my neck and fastened the buckle. Slava took the end and led me into the bathroom, made me kneel in front of the toilet, and told me I had to lick Vera's pussy while he came in her mouth. I didn't understand how this was supposed to work, but Vera herself, bukvoeb.org, settled on the edge of the bathtub, spread her legs, and pulled my face toward hers. Slava stood behind her. I could hear him breathing, and Vera moaning with his cock in her mouth. I licked. I hated myself for being aroused. Slava came, pulled away, and came all over Vera's chest. Then he ordered me to lick her nipples. I did. Vera looked down at me, stroked my head, and told me how obedient I was. A month later, I no longer argued when Slava sent a message: "Today at nine." I was expecting it. Vera was too. One day, he brought another girl with him. He said he wanted to test what I was willing to do for a mate. She was short, with dark hair and a short bob. Slava gave her the keys to my handcuffs, which by then were already in a box under our bed. She fastened them on me herself. She sat on my face and told me to use my tongue while Vera sucked Slava off. I did as I was told. Slava would sometimes comment on how I was doing, and Vera would laugh. When it was all over, Slava pulled out his phone and showed me the video. It was all there, from the very first time. He said he'd made copies and put them in the cloud. The debt had nothing to do with it now. I could break the contract, but then Vera would go to him, and my father would see the video. I stayed. Now I'm sitting in the kitchen in my underwear. Slava and Vera are in the bedroom. They called me five minutes later. I got up, poured some water, looked at the clock. Eight in the morning. Sunday. I went to the bedroom.