You didn’t tell me what you wrote on the package though. But you know that yourself. * It was this morning, around nine, on a perfectly lazy Sat...rday. I had just crawled out of bed, slipped into my white terry-cloth robe and thought about a long, hot soak in the tub when the doorbell rang. As it was far too early for any of my friends to show up unannounced - they knew my weekend habits by now - I hesitated for a moment, thinking I should really put on something more decent and brush my. After some sleep and steamy shower sex, Cliff fixed me breakfast. As we ate, he said he remembered where he had seen me before. He knew I worked as the transaction coordinator at his mortgage company. He had his mortgage there and was good friends with the CEO, Bob. Cliff knew the company had a strict policy against employees dating customers. Ethics violations in the mortgage industry had taken many companies down. Our CEO easily fired employees for minor infractions that jeopardized even the. Understand?"She was crying, but she nodded jerkily."Good." He transfered her small wrist to his left hand, and held both pinned to the bed. With his free hand he began unzipping his pants.Except for the two bright spots on her cheeks, she paled."D- Master, p-please. I'm sorry," she whispered. "Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry."He ignored her and pushed the pants down, just enough to liberate his straining erection. She couldn't see it, but when he pressed the tip to her slit, he interrupted her. It was just a faded grey tee with a Northside High print. Her brother's shirt, she was told – which made sense, with how baggy it was. Apparently the pants had belonged to her sister, a pair of black sweatpants. They hugged her crotch and gave her a prominent bulge, but her parents had told her not to worry about that.Not that she thought it was weird, anyway. Why would she?Just as she was climbing into the small bed, there came a knock on the trapdoor."Come in," she said softly, not bothering.