But didn’t I want her to be happy? If he was the right guy for her, then good luck to both of them. And if he wasn’t, then I could wait. There was...nothing else to do in the meantime, but grin and bear it. She looked so good, though, wearing a lilac-colored outfit that suited her dark skin perfectly. Her hair had been done in corn rows, which somehow complimented her exotic features. She had on a little more makeup than usual, and she was showing a bit of cleavage. Christina looked good enough. "Yes, I might as well warm his arse before we all get down to some serious sex," said Sally with her eyes sparkling."Fetch the cane, Ryan. There is a good boy," Gina instructed her son.Ryan went to fetch the cane and thought of removing his jeans and underpants whilst he was away but then thought that either being told by Sally to drop his clothing or having her pull them down was far sexier. He returned with the cane in hand and handed it to the house guest.Sally seemed fascinated as she bent. Daniel threw a few short pieces of rope to them and they trusted me up like a thanksgiving turkey. My wrist was tied to my ankles, a broom handled was tied to my hands in a matter that spread my feet and hands far apart. The worst part was the part of rope that was placed around my throat and attached to each end of the broom handle. If I lowered my legs I would strangle myself. I had to hold my legs back to my chest in order to keep enough slack in the rope. Charlie was between my buttocks. ”“But you’ve worked there for nineteen years. They wouldn’t fire you because you came into work looking like hell one day.”“Yes they would,” he said. One didn’t work in a place for that long without hearing horror stories about people getting fired because their boss lost confidence in them. Normally, they didn’t watch the clock, but if they wanted to get rid of him they’d mark down each time he was one minute late. They’d mark down if he left work early. It wouldn’t matter if he’d stayed late.