She said “it looks clean but it does not smell clean” as she smelled the panty. I said “no madam it is clean and smell is also of our powder”....She said I can make out the smell of powder and ….” then she paused. She had a shine in her eyes as if she had some thing behind her eyes. I kept on arguing and even she, then suddenly she asked me to stand there and she went in and came back within few seconds with another panty. She asked me to smell it and it smelled of her juices. The smell of her. ." She finally began. Her words and movements obviously chosen carefully "and record yourself... doing it"She leaned forward, reached back to the tiny back pocket in her daisy dukes and flipped her pink, rhinestone-encrusted cell phone onto my bed next to my pillow.At first, I was confused. I glanced at the phone, then back to her. Her phone was her most treasured material possession. I caught her gaze once again flick past the bottles on my desk and at that point, it immediately became. Eventually the thumping stopped. He didn't come down though.No food, but also no incentive for her to break today. Did he just want to weaken her? It really didn't matter. The water level in the sink had dropped again, so she drank as much as she could. After a while she drank more and used the empty mixing bowl for a toilet. There was no sense rationing the water, it would leak out before she could drink it all anyway.It might have been an hour later that at least four cars drove by the street. I finish worked & called round at her flat, she was chatting to another woman in the front room about her age when I went in her said hello we chatted the mother in law ask if I wanted a drink yes plz I said so she got up & went in the kitchen I followed her asking if she was ok yes she says I put my hand up her skirt rubbing her arse, then round the front rubbing her bush, stop it will u I'm getting turned on, what do u called the woman in the front room, her names alice, I heard alice go in.