When they got home Pat told him to clean the living room carpet.He said he wanted to make a phone call but Pat told him she gavehim something to do an... wanted it done right away. He went andstarted the cleaning. Pat sat and thought about how wonderful itfelt, telling him to do something and him doing it. She looked athim cleaning and imagined how he would look in the maid's outfitshe had seen in the wardrobe. He finished cleaning the living room and Pat told him it was timeto start supper. She. "She grabbed my tie and pushed me against the wall. "I'll be honest, I do it for the money, but I'm a kinky girl - inflicting a little pain on a consenting adult turns me on, and what turns me on, even more, is that adult taking it well. So let's make it interesting: take your caning like a man and you're in for a hell of a night."She kissed me hard, and I tasted whisky on her tongue, then she reached up and twisted my nipples, hard, sending a jolt of energy through me. I couldn't quite believe. 'Now there's something that you don't see every day!'She watched as he looked around cautiously and then cocked his little fat leg over the edge of the wall.He heaved himself over and sat with his legs hanging down on the cemetery side, he paused long enough to see as much as he could in the darkness of the early evening.He gave a soft little grunt which she clearly heard, and then with a sigh he slowly lowered himself down to the ground.His feet hit the grassy ground with a dull thud, and then. His intense gaze made my face grow red and my heart palpitate at a speed unknown to me. It was the gaze of desire, a desire that up to that time had only existed in my nocturnal fantasies. The next day, at breakfast in a shadowy garden facing the sea, we met the family again. Early morning, the milder sunlight and the dewy freshness in the air lured us to new adventures. There he was, bathed in the trembling sunbeams, sitting on a comfortable old chair, his eyes half-closed as if struggling to.