Your fucking whore." I dropped my top to the floor and began to unbutton my cut off jeans and had them half way down my thighs when he slapped my face... "You fucked up bitch! Put your blouse back on, pull your shorts back up and do it this minute!" I wiggled out of my shorts and stood in just my thong. "Why don't you slap me again it must make you feel good. ..I never had any man tell me I didn't make him feel special when I made love to him... but than they didn't see me as a. .” he paused, “friend of yours?”“Yes,” I admitted, “though not a close one. Dulcie and I helped her out a little at Christmas.”“Can you ... I mean ... what do you know about her?”“Bob...” I frowned, thinking. “Bob, I don’t think I’m at liberty to discuss Suki. Or anyone else, for that matter.”He nodded. “Okay. I understand, I suppose.”“Seriously, if you want to know about her history, you need to ask her.”And that was it ... at least at that time. We finished up, togged up, and straddled our. At that moment Lucy came around the corner of the house, she stopped still looking up at me in just my bikini, a lustful grin forming on her beautiful lips. I brought a straight finger to my lips to warn her to be quiet, and then I curled a finger to indicate I wanted her to join me on the ladder. I didn’t want to move and I had a feeling that Lucy would enjoy the view as much as I did. Lucy put concrete blocks to support each foot of the ladder then she climbed slowly and quietly up the ladder. It had seemed like the perfect thing to do at the time. Even though it was far from Islamabad, with my new salary, more than twice what I’d been making before, we figured we’d be happier than ever. After all, everything had been going fine up until then. Shama got a job as a Marketing Manager of a real estate agency, and I’d started my job as financial planner for high-income individuals, Karachi is extremely wealthy, and my services were in demand. But that resulted in me working overtime, and.