“Who else?” “What do you mean?” “Does it just… do things like ringing… for people you know?” “Well, no. I don’t know you, do I?”...“No…” “I’m Jacob.” I extended my hand. “Cynthia.” She shook it. Score one for the home team. “I meant, what kind of people does it ring for?” “Umm. Women.” “Just women? Never men?” “That’s right.” It was my turn to blush. “This is some kind of joke, right?” I put the Thingy down on the seat next to her, holding it with two fingers so she could see I wasn’t doing. Tell me true now, you hear?" "It doesn't hurt cousin Earl. Maybe a little. And maybe it feels good. I don't know. It makes me tingle down in my lady parts." "You mean your pussy girl? Say it. You're having a baby now, Debby. You can use the words now. Your pussy. It was fucked by a prick. You remember that girl? I think maybe you need reminding what you done. Get down on your hands and knees for me. That's a good girl." Earl watched her getting down with her round belly hanging down a little. I was really curious about her body and all her details. Feeling all steamed up and trying not to show it was exhausting. I kept shifting, trying to get comfortable in my own skin while my panties were getting drippy.She had this one top she wanted me to try on. I was trying not to be weird about it, but she was obviously reading something. She laughed as if she was trying to make me feel comfortable, then came over behind me and said, "Here, I'll just hold it up to you and you can see if you. I won’t tell you where it really is. At least not now. I don’t think the real owners, if they ever read this piece would appreciate the suggestion that their relatively upscale bed and breakfast was associated with terrible perversions. I’ve given enough clues though so that anyone familiar with the West Indies should be able to figure it out. One hint: It’s not in the Caribbean. Obviously much of what I’ve written in terms of the bdsm activities is fantasy, but so that you can appreciate.