She was carefully guided down the steps of a spiraling staircase. Sounds caused echoes. The air got chillier, sending shivers down her body. Heavy met...l seemed to scrape on stone, as if a large door was opened — and shut again. A last handful of steps led her up to an elevation — a stage? An altar? Hands pushed her into an upright position, forcing her legs to spread. Leather closed around her ankles. Chains rattled. There was a metallic click — and another. She could no longer move her. "Why don't you come sit with us? It's the least I can do to thank you for the drink."She sweetly asked him. I felt awkward, I only wanted it to be me and my wife together."That's kind of you, love, sure I'll come sit and chat." He smiled at her, grabbing his pint and walked with us back to the lounge.We sat down together with my wife in the middle between us guys.Although I was feeling like a third wheel as she seemed much more interested with him.He asked me what job I have and I felt so. I went to her bedroom and did the homework.After sometime she came in nighty.Usually we sit on the bed and she teaches me.On that day i sat closer to her and i rubbed mi feet to her’s.She looked at me and said‘your feet is hot’Then i replied‘chechi(means elder sis.I call her like that) yours is cold’Then she smiled.I continued to touch her feet with mine.For a week i continued this.Then i got some courage and i sat very close to her and while writing i started to rub mi elbow with her boob and. Grace,” and then told her my friend’s names. There was a brief and courteous exchange and then Catherine went on to do her shopping. When she was out of earshot one of my friends burst out, “My God, she’s a stunner.” The other picked up the theme saying, “I could take Mr.Grace’s place in her bed any time.” I said nothing about Catherine being a widow. The first speaker now turned on me, “Have you ever tried to…you know…have it off with her?” I was boiling with anger inside at what I saw as a.