Filipinos’ like older men. They are wiser, more experienced and we can trust you to be faithful...”-----------------------------------------------...---------------------The family are all excitedly gathered round as we go over the photos of my trip to the Far East, that I’ve just picked up from the developers. Most shots are the usual mix of tourist locations, downtown Singapore, Hong Kong harbour, Kowloon, the race track where the horses galloped under the bright floodlights. And then I turn. ." Did something go wrong with one of those ... encounters?" In a manner of speaking..." Who? What?" You know, I'd really rather not say..."Sasha frowned and pouted, but she didn't press me further. She folded her arms across her chest and looked away from me, and I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. It was only the two of us in my house, and no external distractions promised to be forthcoming. There was a distinct awkwardness between us right now, and my mind raced trying to. Starting at the bottom were some platform black high heels, which of course had little pink padlocks everywhere that they would fasten. Next were black fishnet stockings with a hot pink bow in the lace at the top in the front and the back, followed by a black garter belt with pink ribboning by the fasteners. Over the garter belt would be a frilly short black skirt that looked like it would hardly cover halfway down my ass, which I was sure was the entire point of it. A pink thong laid on top of. Something was wrong… ‘Buckley?’ A touch of fear lowered her voice to a whisper. Nothing. Marguerite tried again. ‘Buckley?’ This time her voice was louder, as she tried to suppress her alarm. Buckley’s only response was to thrust brutally between her legs. Marguerite dug her heels into the bed and tried to move away from him coming to halt when she found his hands around her, his thumbs pressing on her windpipe. Panic ripped through her as she tried to claw at his arms. ‘Buckley!’ the scream.