Like I thought, she was pretty pale. Freckles all over her arms, shoulders and back. Her breasts were decent sized, very firm and perky. And her cunt ...as nice and clean shaven, probably for her pansy ass boyfriend's enjoyment."Do," she said, "Do... you... like it?" Oh yeah bitch," I told her.Then I lifted her up and set her ass down on the counter. She weighed practically nothing, so it was pretty easy. The little redhead bitch gasped as I parted her thighs, then knelt down and brought my head. Tom started checking windows and doors to see if something was left unlocked. As a joke I said maybe theres a key under the mat, we both let out a roaring laugh as Tom lifted the mat and found a key. The house was dark and the electricity wasnt working. I had a small flashlight on my key ring and Tom used it to find his way around. There was a fireplace, dry firewood outside the back door and candles. It was comforting knowing that wed be able to dry off and warm up. While Tom got wood and. "Y-yes Sir," she answered, trembling.Thornton rose to his feet and walked to his chair and sat down. Once he was comfortable he pressed the black button imbedded into the top of the side table.It was a silent summons from his den, but it was not silent in the young maid's quarters upstairs, and in seconds she appeared in the doorway wearing her frilly maid's uniform."Sir, what may I..." she caught her breath, stopping in mid sentence at suddenly seeing the trussed-up woman on the rug in front. “We can text each other when we want to meet, now, and we’ll know where each other is at.”The groups parted as Ayame’s friends cooed and fussed over her tiny cell phone. Roger and Cynthia joined their other friends and went off to the shows they wanted to see. All too soon the afternoon concerts were drawing to a close. Roger didn’t want to stay too late because of his early practice session on Monday, so he pulled out his cell phone and looked for Ayame’s location; she was at the opposite side.