Well that is if an angel had an Irish accent.Dark shoulder length auburn hair, emerald eyes, an Irish peaches and cream complexion, dressed in a festi...e cashmere red sweater which did nothing to hide a pair of very nice breasts. The rest of her was hidden behind a medium sized antique looking wooden desk, the center covered with a green felt blotter and a laptop computer."Err ... yes ... I'm looking for a place to rent for the next six months maybe longer..."Her eyes sparkled at my seeming. Linda stood back up and walked back over to the couch, squirming a little as she sat down again.“What’cha got next?” Jane asked taking a rather large gulp of her wine.“This one here is one that I have been a particular fan of as of late,” Chelsea remarked as she reached over toward a thin black leather strap.“You see, it has some interesting studs on it that make for more fun,” she turned the strap over revealing a couple rows of metallic colored studs that looked like they could be extremely. Later that night, I received a message from her, “Aparna darling, don’t think you trapped me by giving those erotic movies. I have been watching you from the first day you joined our office. Come to my home tomorrow, I will show you some interesting stuff.”My panties were wet after reading that.The next day, I reached her home at sharp 10.30 am. I was wearing blue jeans and a red shirt. Ma’am opened the door with a smile and welcomed me inside. She was looking fresh and was wearing an orange. The more I listened to it, the louder and faster it got until I felt that my heart would explode in my chest. That brought on another bout of paralyzing fear, since I knew I was quite capable of doing things to myself that I might not be able to undo before it killed me. That was humiliating. If my captor didn't do me in, I might let my own fear do it for him.The understanding that I was falling victim to my own psychosomatic reactions was a nice intellectual victory, but I still had to fight.