But instead of unlocking the door, he rang the bell. I was wondering what was going to happen. And another guy in his early forties opened the door. H... had a smile on his face in seeing us. I asked him who this man was. To which he just pushed me into the house and locked the door.Since I was really horny, I didn’t protest to this and thought I will see where this was going.So the man we met at the house – his name was Rakesh – told me to sit down in the living room. And we talked for a while.. Deborah gave me twocookies after dinner, saying it was for my good behaviour through the dayand I couldn't help but feel a little pleased with myself as I crunchedinto the ginger flavoured stiletto.After all the plates were cleared we went into the living room whereDeborah gave me paper and crayons to do more drawing while lying on thefloor as she sat on the couch watching some generic soap opera."Right madam, I think it's your bed time," Deborah said suddenly, Ilooked up at the TV to see the. I mean, what you think of as play, someone else who saw you might think of as rape. A big guy like you, holding down little old me and fucking my brains out? I'd love it, but someone who just happened along might have a different impression."See, you could really hurt someone with this stuff. So communication is paramount and followed very closely by trust. You don't just tie someone up and fuck 'em or whip 'em. That's not the way it works in the real world. You have to know what they like,. She returns in what seems like only an instant with their drinks and then leaves them alone. They talk about his job, her recent doctor visit…just small talk. As they talk she rests her hand on his thigh, gently squeezing it every little while. He can’t resist and the next thing she knows she feels his hand firmly on her leg. He’s not content to simply touch her leg. He squeezes her thigh and every little while she feels his hand inch just a bit higher – oh so gradually getting closer to her.