He was a businessman and as such worked long hours and sometimes had to be out of town over night. He asked that since they knew very little about the...area and no other people but me so far, if I would mind keeping an eye on Sheila and his place while he was gone for a couple nights this next week. I told him I did not see a problem with anyone bothering their home and if Sheila needed a hand to feel free to call me. Thanking me he left. After he went I found myself thinking it seemed a bit odd. He was on the brink of bursting into tears. His wifewas such a strong woman that he felt like a weak girl, so emotional,unable to defend himself in the slightest. He began a circuit of theroom, seeing all the bondage clothes and devices, all the instruments ofpunishment, that were displayed on one wall. Every movement he madecaused the inside of the cape to caress him. In spite of his desire toappear less fragile, he whimpered loud enough for all to hear. Hisgentle tormentors watched him. As he pulled into the darkened driveway, he hit the remote and the garage light flashed on and rose while he pulled in. His eyes caught something moving under the narrow overhang. He could not believe it, but one of his daughter's friends, Rachel, had been crouched down by the bushes. She was drenching wet from the heavy rain as she stood up at the garage opening."Rachel, what on earth are you doing here?" he asked as he got out of the car and she stepped into the garage. "Mr. W., my mom. "We'll talk about that other business tomorrow. All right, Crystal?" Sure," said Crystal. "Have fun."She hung up. She had already dressed to walk over to the Shaftesbury, which was only a few blocks away, but she was happy for Sylvia and Sydney. It made her cunt warm to think of all the loving they'd be getting tonight. She even felt a little jealous of Sylvia, now that she was without a man.At nine o'clock Crystal's door buzzer sounded. There stood Fred Ritter with his overnight bag in his.