I knew there was a chance we might come across each other in town, but with my skill set, I should be able to spot her first and take avoiding action....��What’s up?” asked Mel. She had noticed my misgivings. “Didn’t I do it right?”“No, you were exceptional.”Mel’s brilliant smile was a fitting reward for the compliment.“Could I have something to drink?” she asked.I should have anticipated she’d want something to take the taste away. “What would you like?”“Coke, please.”“I’m not sure I have any.. And it was me, at the bedroom window. Of course, I knew it had to come from next door, and I thought it was probably the old guy, but I didn't know why he had dropped it in." ... and then he called by..." volunteered Celia, with a weary cynicism in her voice."Well, he telephoned," whispered the girl, her eyes filling with tears at the memory. Bert unconsciously tightened his grip on her bare breasts as he put himself in the place of the retired colonel, living out his final, celibate years in. The maid drew back the thick bolts, top and bottom then raised the latch; the thick, studded door slowly creaked itself open. It was dark, jet black. Invited in she stepped through the threshold, all she saw was nothing, it was pitch black until the maid flicked the large metal switch which slowly ignited the yellowy limelight glow of a dim bulb. The first thing that became apparent was that this was not a room, merely a stone stairway down to the scarcely lit basement. With the maid's. "I'm going to untie your arms now. You will clean the cum off your face and eat it. Then you will lie down on that table over there, with your legs in those metal holders." Yes, mistress" Rick said as Sarah walked behind him to remove his restraints. She untied him and walked to the torture table Elisa had brought in previously. With the rope gone, he was able to move his hands again. Rick got up and stretched his limbs for a moment before he wiped Dieter's semen off his face with his fingers..