Now Jane was 11 years older than me and at 58 had let herself go especially after her hubby passed away. Anyway Jane said Deborah had 'phoned to say s...e was staying on at work until 6pm, I was about to leave when she said the kettle was on for a coffee so I sat down in the sitting room and we started chatting while Jane was ironing some clothes, during our chat she said she heard me and Deborah 'at it' the night before, I felt kinda embarrassed about this and she said a least Deborah was. Well, it wouldn't have changed much, probably.When she awoke she was inside the warehouse. She was naked, her legs and arms spread, tied to a rough wooden cross. The man was seated in a chair in front of her. He had a large steel knife in his hand. A flickering fluorescent light overhead provided the only light.The blade flashed white and cold as he stood.The room seemed to swim in and out of focus. Marti felt fear well up inside her, but it was hard to focus. She needed to dial out, but. They took us completely out of our confrontation. One thing led to another and then it was 11:59. Sixty seconds later Cindy locked her mouth against mine and probed my mouth with her tongue like she was trying to tickle my tonsils. At the same time she pressed her thigh between my legs and her pubus against my thigh and hip. When we broke our kiss she whispered into my ear, "Fuck me, Batman." All was not forgiven by any means, but we didn't linger at the party. She damn near gave me a blow job. As the woman, who spoke perfect English, inquired of the indoor pool hours, the girl asked her, in a thick French accent, "Auntie Renee, whare 'as couzen Steph-fanny gone?"The woman looked down at her niece, smiled patiently and told her, "She ran up to the room to change into her suit already. We'll just have to catch up."A painfully quizzical expression now came over the little girl's face as she looked up at her aunt and inquired, "Catch-up? Like you poot on zee poo-tay-toes?" No, dear," she.