One stranger or another... Anyway, there must not be anyone else in the apartment or they would have answered the bell. It wasn't the front door, she ...aw, so there must be a service entrance somewhere. Swiftly in her bare feet she padded through the dining room, a pantry, then a really sumptuous kitchen with every possible labor-saving device in it, and a whole battery of beautifully polished copper pots and pans."Who is it?" she called out hesitantly at the back door. Unfortunately there. He made all his men leavethe room and closed the door behind them. He again started pacing thefloor, not unlike a nervous lab rat in its cage."Yes, since you are a friend of the cat woman I must assume you wouldknow about the demons," he said. "I found mine while trying to set offa bomb in a museum filled with awful, pagan things. The policesurprised us and I barely got away, but not before I took this."Sali opened a locked box on his desk and, sure enough, inside was afamiliar looking terra. As he passed by me I whispered how I'd love to play and I went in the booth, leaving the door unlocked as I like to do so guys can cumm in and use me first hand.The booth was a mess, sticky cumm all over the floor and dripping down from the glory holes,used tissue s**ttered about and a few used condoms on the floor. I put some bills in the video player getting a nice gay gang bang flick on the screen and stripped off my sweats,and slippers, just leaving them on the dirty floor.I sat down. Again, she became aware of another sensation coming back, and as she watched Miss Simms dedicate herself to that which she obviously enjoyed, Sally imagined it was she, and not Helen, who was being caned. The thought enhanced her excitement further and she felt her cheeks flush. Stroke followed stroke and she closed her eyes and tried to think different thoughts, but the next thwack drew her gaze back to the scene happening just a few paces away.Helen was crying, who would not, but Sally could.