"Number eleven, please." I ran my fingertips over and around her sensitive, red cheeks. They ran down the back of her thigh, then up the inside, near ...er cunt--oh, so close--then skipped over to the other inner thigh. Deftly, without her noticing, I picked up the hairbrush. Whack, whack. One right in the middle of each of her red spots. Her body went tense as a gasp escaped her lips. "Forgot about the hairbrush, did we?" She took a moment--I'm sure it was starting to really smart--then lifted. It felt good, but Iworried what she was up to. I knew that Mandy had to have noticed whatGrace was doing. This show of comfortable intimacy was sure todemonstrate to Mandy that I was more than merely a maid to Grace.Meanwhile, their conversation continued. As they talked, Grace's handmoved higher on my leg. Steadily higher. Soon, her fingers were at thetop of my stockings, alternately rubbing my stocking covered leg andflicking at my garter clips. I felt my penis throb. I felt weak in. "Tie him up, real tight, doll!"She couldn't budge."Move!" he yelled.She took a cord from the under the sink, tying her husband's hands to each side of the chair, then she tied his ankles to the legs of the chair. The idea of letting a knot loose didn't even cross her mind. She was too scared.During this time the stranger had taken off his hat and watched her work while browsing around their small house. He opened the two doors out of this room, and looked in. Nothing. When she was finished, he. Sally is my friend, and I don’t like seeing my friend upset by a bunch of dumb ass punks and bitches like you. Now get the fuck out of here! Now!”They seemed to agree with my suggestion. The whole gang not only left, but they did so on the run.I then turned to Sally and wrapped her in my arms. “Are you alright, Sally? Would you like a ride home?”She continued to cry as she laid her head on my chest. Through her sobs she said, “I’ll be alright, but I’d appreciate a ride.”I held.