’ ‘What do you do?’ I asked quietly. ‘Nothing, I just leave it there. Don’t tell me, you don’t stop us. Okay, last chance. He stops molest...ng me and says ‘Let’s go outside.’ I look at you, so he says to you, ‘I’m going to take your wife out the back and fuck her. Is that okay with you?’. You’re not going to let him are you? Come on. What do you say to him?’ She was looking fiercely at me. ‘Debbie…’ I pleaded. ‘What do you say to him? Yes or No,’ she demanded. ‘Yes,’ I groaned. She flung her. My book was just getting to the good part when a sudden rapid series of knocks were issued onto the door, causing me to release an embarrassing yelp. I collected my wits and grabbed my shower robe that covered me from wrist to ankle and cautiously stepped towards the door."Who is it?"I demanded, half expecting to hear, "what's your favorite scary movie?" in return."Open the door! I need to see, uh, I need to, uh...Dammit! What's my sister's name again?" Stevie."I replied dryly. I immediately. The name was so much appealing to me that I immediately saved it in my phone. 69 were two digits in that number which added the spark inside me and I started fantasizing about contacting her.I suddenly called that number. It was around 6.30 pm. She picked up the phone and her voice was so thin and of very high pitch which in turns was very very sexy. Normally HRs talk in a different accent than normal. We had a discussion about the vacancy, and at the end she formally told me call back for any. She heard the sharp sound of a match being struck, then she could smell the sulphur as it burned and was extinguished. The pungent smell was soon replaced with that of cinnamon; someone had lit a candle. Still, no other sound, no touch.Then, suddenly, she heard the crack of the cat-o-nine-tails as the soft strips of leather sang through the air and bit sharply into the skin of her left breast. She gasped in amazement, as it had come earlier than she had expected. The stinging sensation was.