My finger followed the crease to a soft fold. I pressed my finger into the fold; it parted and I reached a wet place.She took my hand and turned to th... door. She led me to her bedroom. She shut the door after us. I heard the lock click. The covers were pulled back on the bed. She led me to the bed, sat on it, and moved to the center. I got onto the bed next to her. She pulled me closer, and I lay next to her. My hard erection lay against her hip, and I pushed it against her. She spread her legs. Once alone, she had tried to lift her shoulders, without success. She had raised her legs to the ceiling, first one, then the other, without in fact the slightest movement in them. Her hips had tried to buck upward, with no more success than any other part of her body. Her fingers, even, welded to her hips, could not be flexed, or wiggled, or moved in any way. There was - barely - enough space for her to breath, if she did so shallowly, but no more. Even flexing the muscles in her arms was. I felt my stomach muscles tighten, there was a knot in them, more from his presence, as a sexual urge from deep within was engulfing me, he must have sensed this as he crudely moved the wooded phallic object between his fingers as if fucking them, 'This make you feel really good in your pussy', and he sniffed the air as if trying to smell me.I remained by the open door, neither turning to run or advancing into the debauchery in front of me, should I do so, then both him and the object he held. 'Miss Deakin?' He asked'Yes, it is' Mandy replied with a noticeable edge to her voice'Michael Grant, from Butterbees Agency, We've a flat inspection booked'Mandy's irritation fell away, replaced with self loathing for forgetting the appointment.'Oh yes, of course, please, come in'Mandy stepped out of the way, welcoming the rental agent in.She mentally praised herself for doing the dishes before work that morning.The flat was small, and the inspection didn't take long. Mandy was embarrassed.