Waiting ... Waiting for me to move, to get up. Waiting for a response as she watches me.“Please...” She whimpers as she pouts to me.I stand up as ... feel the arousal beginning to rise within myself again. Observing her nude body, with her arms and legs secured behind her by the excess rope of the noose. Which is still around her delicate neck, helping prevent her from wriggling too much. She gets brief look of relief across her face ... As if she believes I’ve felt some form of pity or remorse.. “So how are you adjusting with this?” I asked.“With what?” Nidhi said.“I mean you used to fuck like twice a day. And now you’re going on week-long dry spells,” I said directly.She didn’t say anything just kept looking at me. She then stood up and went in. I thought I said a little too much. But she came back with the scenery.“Aman do me a favor and please pick me up a little so that I can hang this scenery,” Nidhi said.All this time I was dreaming about her ass and now she invited me to grab. M. when I parked in my driveway. The earliest I had been home in ages. When I opened the car door, I was smothered by the muggy heat of the day and blinded by the sun, still blazing in the evening sky. Fatigued by a stressful Monday and sleep deprived from a week of insomnia, I leaned my head back against the neck rest, slammed the door shut again, turned up the air conditioner, and switched the dial to classical music. I’ll just rest my eyes for a few minutes before I go in. The seat felt so. I may need some help if I use the bath, butyou will be pleased to hear that I can toilet and shower myself." Hewas smiling at me. I knew already that I liked him."I have a guest room on this level as well, but your room is upstairs.The two rooms upstairs are my daughters' rooms, but they only rarelyget out here these days." There was no sadness in the statement,although I wondered how a man so clearly outgoing could exist happilyin this isolated place."Can I ask what you do during the day,".