"Are you sure?" Sarah queried, looking slightly disappointed."I'm sure," Seth answered. "Though if you want me to tie you down just because you like b...ing tied down, I'd be happy to."Sarah blushed and stammered quietly, "N-no, it's not necessary." While it wasn't necessary, and she wouldn't admit it even to her twin, the thought of being tied down was not an unpleasant one. She sort of wanted to demand that her feet be tied as well, but she didn't want to push it, at least not the first time.. Com ki hai hamare building mein ek aunty rehti thi woh top floor pe rehthi thi woh widow thi unke husband ki death hogaye thi se par woh aunty bahut acchi thi around kuch 57 years ki thi woh SBI bank mein kaam karti thi woh bahut hot sexy lagthi thi unke boobs bahut baade hai unki gaand toh laajawab hai unka rang goora aur bahut sexy and hot lagti thi mein unhe baar baar dekhta rehta tha unka realtion bahut aach tha hamare sath woh hamesha holi pe aach khane banake hume invite karti thi ekk. There he was huffing and puffing away at her, while praising the Lord. And Kim was praising the Lord too. It just looked weird. There was something wrong here. I'd had enough friends go through divorces to know that charging in and kicking his ass was not the way to go. I took a short video on my iPhone and a few still shots that showed their faces.Then I snuck back out of the house. I took my normal hour for lunch to think about things. I examined every bit of the incident from the beginning.. I enquired with a whisper about the card. She laughed and handed me one from a small number in her purse. It was a thick, high quality, smooth white card with impressively embossed printing on it. I would say it was by far much better quality than my own business or visiting cards that I had printed up a few months earlier when forced to move offices. It was inscribed, “Mrs M. Jones, Assistant Detective”, followed by my telephone number (yes, my public call box telephone number!), and “c/o” her.