How wrong I was. He sat up, stated that “he wasn’t finished with me yet” (oh my…) and spun my round onto my hands and knees. … But ladies a...d gentlemen this was not to be any normal doggy style sex… oh no… it was soon clear what he wanted when he spat onto his finger and began to tease my arse. Easing first one then two of his fingers (…. Hands like shovels remember…) inside. I held my breath, as my arse began to stretch a little as he slid them further in, spitting on his fingers and my arse. Dr. Ferris had not set up an interview for Mrs. Hockham, the possible cleaner, and at the end of Sari’s interview Martin wanted to raise the matter with her, but hesitated because he couldn’t imagine that the mother of a girl like Sari would be willing to come and clean for him. As Sari was about to leave Martin said cautiously, ‘Er…Sari…er…’ ‘Yes Dr. Holder?’ ‘Wanted to ask about…I …er…wondered if your mother…if she’d…’ ‘Oh, how did you hear about her, she’s never told anyone?’ ‘Told anyone. " He took out a card,handing it to the sergeant.THE INNER WORLD ASSOCIATESRobROVING AGENT/REGIONAL DIRECTOR: [email protected]'Malley looked at the card, pocketing it. "What did you need from me?"Rob sat back down. "I was notified by our head office that you had sentin a questionnaire with some odd answers, and was asked to stop by anddiscuss them with you."Paddy remembered the questionnaire. He'd been sitting in his apartmentone sweltering hot August half in the bag when he'd clicked that. To say she felt humiliated would have been half right. The other half felt every knowing look she got and burned with both humiliation and arousal at their gazes and judgements. Even more the looks from the men whose eyes lingered on her fishnet stocking covered legs. She knew they saw her as a whore, but that wasn’t exactly right. She hadn’t taken the money, so she wasn’t a whore. After four different men in four days, she wasn’t a whore, she was a slut.She couldn’t help it either, she found.