She suddenly wanted to get her head fucked...that was random. I asked about the name once and she said it was just a name and not a big deal. It sound...d to me like it was more than just a name? Everything came to a point when she said she was hit on days before by three black guys at Walmart...the same Walmart as before. I was like oh really and she said they said "hey cute white girl". Is that a pickup line black men use? I asked her what happened and she said "nothing, I got in my car and. It was their bedroom but different. It was almost empty in comparison. Where the bed was usually, stood a lone wooden chair standing proud centrepiece. She looked at the room in more detail, chains hung from the ceiling and there was a sheet over the old book shelf that peaked her curiosity. “So my dirty little sub” he began with a wicked grin. “come to the chair” he said taking her hand like a gentleman but the way he spoke and the grin and glint in his eye said he was planning on something a. Her response was a very emphatic “NO” followed by the rest of the message which read “Come back now but come to the terrace door and don’t come into the room just sit at the table outside and message me when you are there. P.S. Be quiet and turn your phone sounds off” So, intrigued I picked up my coffee and made the short 5 minute walk back to our terrace.When I got there there was only one chair at our outside table so I sat in it and all started to become clear. The d****s across the terrace. Now our old doctor was a grand soul but his wife was a cripple, Dora knew he had a fancy for her and had for a while he having “talked dirty “to her. She began her cleaning while the last few patients were being dealt with, then the receptionist beat a hasty retreat as she cleaned the waiting room, the last patient hobbled past and away shown out by Doc Mobley, as he returned he greeted Dora, who by now was looking tearful. He leant a sympathetic ear and soon had her spilling her story over.