The rattling clatter of scores of human feet pounding on the metal treads echoed like thunder from the musty-damp granite walls of our pitch-black cor...idor. Whatever had lit up the sky had eclipsed our electricity.My terrified guess? We had a grandstand seat to an epic Carrington event of biblical proportions. I'll leave it to the scholars to sort out the theology. I prayed we weren't pawns in some demonic chess tournament. If you have any doubt Mother Nature plays a wicked game of chance, ask. It’s bad. Long John Silver had a peg leg that worked about as well. There have been such pathetic advancements in it. I just think people that have lost an arm or leg should be able to get a functional replacement that allows them to live a life like they’re not some sort of creepy cripple. It’s not their fault. But they are the red-headed stepchildren of the world. It’s embarrassing. There are people in wheelchairs that would rather be walking and could be if someone would invent decent. It didn't take long before Ariana had gotten lost in her little game. So lost that she didn't hear the knock on the door and Rihanna asking,"Ari are you still in here?"Before Ariana could even react Rihanna and made her across to her and grabbed the chain to her wrist cuffs and pulled it up so Ariana's hands are forced above her head. Ariana looked like she was trying to beg and protest. Rihanna was not sure if it was Ariana begging her not to tell anyone or to let her finish off or. ” I replied, “Ok Boss, I am being on time.” I saw her figure, she was totally gorgeous. She was in saree, her cleavage was attracting me. My dick was out of control so I left her cabin.I was good in my work. I got handsome commission every month. Ms Suhani was impressed with my work. After three months, she gave me a party. When I reached her flat, there was nobody. We discussed lot of things while drinking scotch. Then I asked her, “Boss, you still single??” She replied, “Yes, my dear, do you.