.. yes, she does.” I was getting a bad feeling about this visit.“May we come in? Is Ms. Alvarez present?” Agent Carlson asked.“No, but I expec... her shortly. What’s this about?” I asked.“We’d prefer to discuss that first with Ms. Alvarez. Are you the landlord for this home?”“No ... I own this home. Ms. Alvarez and her two children reside here. We are personal friends from back in our college days,” I explained.Carlson nodded. “So we understand. I imagine you are familiar with Ms. Alvarez’s. My words were out before I could stop them. What a fool he must think me to be so unguardedly open. Why is it, I thought, that at 47 I could still lose my confidence and feel like a schoolgirl at times like this?My thoughts were broken by the ring of Sandra’s cell phone on the tray beside the champagne bucket. After a quick interchange with the caller, she collected her wrap, saying, “I gotta fly folks. Now you children enjoy yourselves. There’s more champers in the refrigerator. I’ll be back. The ropes that bind me are released and I collapse in a heap at the foot of the totem pole. My hands are tied together and I get a strong rope round my neck, which is then bound around the pole.I am left lying there all day, with bloody stripes and scars all over my body. A young warrior is kind enough to treat my lacerated back by rubbing my wounds and scars with a soothing ointment. Then he fucks me hard and brutally, as I lay tied to the pole. During the day many of the village men will. Then he did something I didn’t expect. He sat down the guitar. Then as fast as lightening he pulled my skirt up to my waist and ran his fingers down my tight white thong just slightly caressing my clit. I was shaking. His voice got low and soft. He almost whispered ‘pull your panties down.’ I stood up to slide them off. He stopped me. He said ‘leave them around your ankles forcing your feet together.’ I had never let a man see my pussy before. I did shave it just for him. He could.