Who’s this please?” “Hi, you don’t know me, but I’m called Beth Hindley…” “Oh.” His response confirmed her feeling that he had proba...ly received her package. “I think there may have been a mix up with an order we’ve placed.” Luke had tried to speak, but all that came out was some throat clearing and uncertain noises. “I know we could return the items to the company and get them to resend them, but I noticed that you don’t live that far away. I thought it might be easier for me to just come. Katie convinced herself once her interview was completed she would call her husband and beg him to come home. If he couldn’t she would set up the laptop on her bed, put on a sex video, and get herself off with her dildo. She felt moisture between her legs at the thought of turning on a video that involved two men taking advantage of one woman. As she walked into the kitchen, out of the corner of her eye, Katie saw Fred speaking to somebody by the curb as Phil rolled into view down the sidewalk. “You can’t get to it, whore,” she said softly. “You’ve got to be a good and dirty slut to get this in your mouth. Are you going to be a good dirty little slut?”“Yes,” I said, still straining but the leather straps holding my legs wide and fixed to the foot of the bed made me powerless.“Yes, what?” the question was asked with a slap between my spread legs across my labia. I winced.“Yes, mistress!”“That’s a good little slut,” she said. Despite her young years, she was totally sexual. She. He was not a handsome man by any common definition of the word. Although still shy of forty, years of caffeine and nicotine addiction combined with many sleepless nights had put gray streaks in his thinning brown hair and had left spiderwebs of lines around his mouth and eyes. It didn't help that these features were on a face that even his mother had been known to describe as "unremarkable."Still, there was something about him, perhaps the twinkle of kindness in his eyes, the deep smile.