There were three rows of doorbells with name-tags above them, and she pressed the one for James. She had assumed that he would simply buzz her in - h... was expecting her, after all - but instead she heard his voice, tinny and distorted, from the cheap speaker above the doorbells: “Who is it?”“It’s Diana,” she replied, a little puzzled. He knew very well who it was, but fine.“I don’t know any Diana,” came the reply. “Who is it?” he repeated.What? Diana was completely taken aback. Then: Oh. . "That’s an ass begging to be fucked!"She offered in a dirty growl that if she had a cock she would never stop fucking his hot little rump. Then she said, “Wait. No. He’s been bad. He doesn’t get to be fucked yet. What he should get is a good hard paddling. Fuck, I should have bought one! Dammit!”She tried her own hand at a few hot smacks to his ass, then she looked at me and asked how I was at ass paddling. I told her truly that, though I’d never spanked a guy, I always enjoyed giving. Yes... uh... what?... where?"The lovely blonde looked haggard, worn, her tear stained face showing fear, her behavior seemed erratic, confused. She seemed unable to focus."Come on Honey," Jan said patiently and lovingly, taking Sheila by the hand and leading her to the elevator.As the doors closed, Jan read the directory posted on the wall and pushed the correct button.As the elevator began it's journey, Sheila suddenly slipped to her knees and held out her arms. Jan embraced the trembling. Caroline's screams had subsided and Doug couldn't believe that she seemed to be starting to get into what he was doing, thrusting her ass back to meet each of his thrusts, grunting in time and pulling her lips tightly across her clenched teeth in an erotic rictus.Doug picked up a small paring knife that he had placed on the bedside cabinet in readiness. He used the knife to cut deeply just below each of Caroline's nipples his arousal soaring as he watched the ruby coloured blood immediately.