He knows it makes me more excited to stand there naked and exposed on the top of the stairway.Then he opens the door for me, and musters me from head ...o toe. He usually fondles me a little, before asking:"The keys, please!"I give him the keys to my own apartment, so that I cannot escape.He usually wears only a morning gown, but on a few occasions he still wore his office suit.He usually keeps my keys in one of his pockets, as he leads me into their bedroom.Little by little he exerts more and. He began again, odd strokes hitting her legs just below those damaged cheeks almost as if he didn’t want to strike the already painful welts, strangely these odd strokes seemed to hurt her more than strikes on her battered cheeks. Oh, how he was enjoying the game, she was head back now, wailing, screaming, her face flushed, he was suddenly aware he needed to stop, just four more then, crack, crack the leather struck, her wrists red from pulling hard against the hard and rough ropes, spurred on. Two burly men and one sultry brunette occupied the humble abode. All of them beautiful and tall. Each of them different in their own rites. Max, the self proclaimed leader of the pack, led the group back from the emergency call in town. You see, all three lovelies had an equal partnership in the local construction company, but it was Max's strong leadership skills that made the company successful. Rugged, but good looking. His dark complexion, black hair, and chocolate brown eyes lured many. She was closer than she'd allowed herself earlier, holding out another plate of beans. Steam rose off the plate, carrying their aroma to his nose. Her woman scent carried to him as well. Damned if they didn't both smell mighty good."Would you like a cup of coffee? Won't take a moment to fix." That'd be right nice, mam," he responded around a mouthful of beans. Coffee. That would top things off just right. He'd have never thought camp fire beans and boiled coffee could sound like heaven.The.