She had to watch as her life was destroyed by the man in that chair. Her husband was dead, and so was her son, courtesy of the man. Courtesy of Tijean...“I know it’s been a few years since you’ve seen anyone play, but the rules of the game are pretty simple.” He stood from the chair, and into the light. He was tall. Muscular. Chiseled. His body, from his olive-colored skin to his six pack to his cock that swung out at over six inches before it was even hard was the very essence of male. " Mistress, I see clearly ye are not the usual type of woman to hold the title of Lady. Ye have behaved badly. And no lady I ever heard of would brook the way I have spoken to ye in the time since I saw ye fornicating on the ground, like an animal. But I must ask how it can be that a servant girl can set conditions on what her mistress demands of her." To answer that, I must tell you a story," said Penelope.She told him the same story she'd told Cynthia. Then she repeated the story Cynthia had. Read, relate, and enjoy.I got a call from my uncle on the day when lockdown due to the pandemic was announced. He told me that he got stuck at Mumbai after going there for some office work. The lockdown was unexpected for him. He told me that he was safe with his friend.He asked me to vacate my hostel and go to his home. Sanjana aunty was alone and might need some help during the lockdown. I agreed and packed my bags. I couldn’t go that day. So I started in the early morning the day after. I. Near the end of the hall, he seemed to finally achieve his mission. He leaned against the selected door and knocked once, and then started to slide down the face of the door. Before he reached bottom, the door opened and he fell inside, doing a face-plant on the carpet within. A woman's voice said "Oh, Nick," and sighed. That must have been the phrase "Nick" had been waiting for, as he then got up on his hands and knees and crawled into the apartment. The door closed with a bang when Nick's.