“I guess I was pretty shagged and dozed off where I lay,” she said with a laugh, “There were two guys in the bed. And another woman. I think I h...d sex with all of them at some point.” I joined her laughter with my own. “My name is Peter. You?” “Sandy. I came with Bill MacKenzie.” A mental light went on in my brain. Bill, a buddy of mine from the university, had introduced us when they arrived. “Nice to meet you, Sandy. What did you think?” “It was wild,” she answered, “I’ve never been to a. The burn didn't stop now; it carried on and on and on as the cold penetrated your anal muscles: burning, clenching, radiating bliss. I saw the pleasure-pain and how you embraced it in your eyes. And still it burned: on and on and on. Sitting down between your legs I began aimlessly rifling through my little box of tricks, my woman’s secrets. Aahh that looked interesting: a thin little silk rope, red and not much thicker than a tapestry needle. I played with it, idly knotting the ends together. Oh… hi, Josh… she mumbles. Hi Rachel… were you talking about Metalfest? Because I would love to go, if you are ok with it… I mean, Id even pay you back for my ticket… he licks his lips nervously, his eyes locked on her ample cleavage. Rachel was the best part of working at this shitty job, he thought… the amazing, exaggerated hourglass of her curvaceous figure danced through his mind in various states of undress all day long… her husky little-girl voice as she placated customers sending shivers. After a week, the detective gave me a file and wrote all his findings along with the proof. I was shocked to see what was inside that but at the same time, the devil inside me was smiling.The detective has found out that Ayesha was having an affair with another man and that’s why the huge bill. In my absence, she used to talk to that man and go out with him sometime. I also saw compromising photos of them.So I decided to blackmail Ayesha and her mother. I planned to make them my sex slaves.In.