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A family possessed part 1 Dominic Larson was new to the area and to some people, those curious gossips, he was an enigma. He had bought the old estate with its' mansion close to the river and rumours abounded that he was a pop star or a film director, whatever it was he seemed to have a huge fortune. He had brought in his own selected team of men to rebuild and restore the place under the direction of a big black man who simply went by the name of Mohammed. Security was his big issue and soon almost all of the old walls surrounding the whole estate were rebuilt and some said that patrols with dogs ensured the security of the entire area. Dominic was aware of the local curiosity and tension created by the local gossip, but he had his own plans and now a part of that was to stop all the chat and curiosity that was drawing this unwanted attention. In actual fact he needed to find a way to fade into the background so that he and his closest friends could use the estate to relax and enjoy it in their own special way. Slowly he put on his "locals" face and made himself take some part in the community acting like a mild mannered man to offset all that unwanted attention and to gain their acceptance. Pubs weren't his style but visits to the local shop and post office would suffice and in a sudden brainwave to completely detune the gossips he applied for some evening classes at the community hall, how better to be accepted. He carefully chose the two most innocent courses so that he could play his game to the full at being an ordinary quiet man, one to be generally ignored by society. Art and beginners computing, even though he could have written a book for the most advanced course in computing if he had a desire to do so, which he didn't. The art course was about art history, which he actually enjoyed and it helped to create a soft innocence about him and a ready acceptance by the elders of the nearby village. It also fortuitously presented him with the opportunity for the chance meeting with a local innocent and his mother which was to provide him with a challenge, excitement and a great deal of fun, but more of that later. Behind the face of quiet country acceptance lay a ruthless business man with a large fortune amassed from the pornography industry, an internet empire and shrewd property development. His shady involvements were carefully hidden in an unfollowable maze of dealings and subsidiary companies none of which lead back to him. He was a man in his early fifties, an orphan from childhood with few friends and a brilliant brain verging on madness. He sought continual challenges and eagerly consumed things that excited him, revelling from the drug like buzz that it gave him. He was an immaculate dresser, only five foot ten tall and even though his body showed some signs of thickening due to high living, he was physically very fit. He trusted few people only his close knitted staff, all carefully hand- picked over the years and it was only them that understood his foibles, enjoying them every bit as much as he did. He was not readily recognised as a gay man, yet the lack of females around him might give you some clue. Mohammed was his closest companion, both a friend and a loyal employee, the big black man who unashamedly preyed on women, doted on him. He knew it was a two-way thing, he looked after his boss and he would be cared for in return, cared for to have the fun that he loved to have with the women that came his way. The estate, in the quiet back water was to be Larson's castle, somewhere he could relax, hide, play and entertain without interruption or disturbance. He had taken years to find this place, his scouts searching far and wide and this would be perfectly suitable for him. There was one issue however, one house was too close to the estate, it was down to the West boundary and he wanted to buy it to eliminate this too close neighbour. He had already had his team make discrete enquiries about its' owner so that he could find a way of closing this last gap in his perfect privacy. His agent had discovered that a local lady owned it and rumour had it that she would never sell, this created a flicker of anger and resentment in Larson's calm demeanour, until, that is, the laughable coincidence that gave him the start of a plan for his latest challenge which he began to explore and act out, only revealing his excitement to himself. Peter arrived at the class late, he wasn't that interested in art history, but his mother had persuaded him that an extra qualification could lead to other things. The lecturer smiled at him and waved him to a spare place beside an older man towards the back of the room and he sat down feeling very self conscious that everyone was looking at him. The man nodded at him smiling with all his teeth and Peter blushed, his painful shyness making him glance down, unable to meet the man's eyes. Larsen felt a spark of interest, what have we here? He thought, his brain honed to perfection from years of assessing people's characters at a first meeting. This might be fun to overcome the boredom of this community spirit lark and so it began, slowly week by week as he carefully got to know Peter and encouraged the young man to accept him as a friend. The last assignment for that term was a piece of research with a stupid essay and the lecturer advised them to work in pairs to finish it. Dominic nodded to Peter. "Do you mind?" Peter had no friends but he had come to like and admire this man he sat beside each week, he nodded in agreement. Larson was curious to find out more about Peter, where he lived, what his parents were like and he also had a vague suspicion about the boy's sexuality. It was early days but he had a nose for these things. "Can we do it at your house?" Larson gave his best innocent grin. "There's a lot of building work going on at my place." Peter paused for a second in thought, then, yes, yes, I'm sure it will be ok with Mum, I'm sure she won't mind." Larson suggested that they meet the next evening, he was keen to push his luck further now and asked for directions. Peter agreed warming to the chance of perhaps developing his friendship with this soft spoken understanding man and he described the way to his home. As Peter spoke Larson began to take notes then tried hard to hide his surprise, he could hardly believe it, what luck, it never ceased to amaze him how things just happened like that and he couldn't believe that this would bring him face to face with the one thing that was stopping the perfect privacy of his estate, whilst also having his fun exploring Peter's mind. The next day, both of them were excited in his own way, Peter tidying his bedroom so that they could work at his desk and use his computer, Larsen meanwhile was scheming, wondering how he could turn things to his best advantage. A deep excitement was building inside him as if he was preparing for a great challenge, his staff who knew him so well suspected something was going on and the mood of the whole house took on an air of quiet expectancy. It only took him fifteen minutes to get to the house, he had forced himself to delay his arrival by at least ten minutes to build up Peter's tension, as he knew the young man would be waiting for him. Forcing himself to walk slowly he made his way up the garden path and arrived at the front door. He knocked and almost immediately it opened, a small pretty woman, perhaps in her early to mid thirties, stood there, Larson was surprised at her age, he had expected an older woman, Peter was bouncing up and down along the corridor behind her. "Mister Larson? Hello I'm Peter's mum, I've heard a lot about you, please come in, he's been waiting for you." Her voice was soft almost nervous and Larson could instantly see where the boy had got his shyness from. Smiling his most harmless smile, his mind already working overtime exploring possibilities "thank you so much, hmm?" He waited for her to give him her name - "Amanda," she filled in the gap. "Thank you so much Amanda, for letting Peter and I meet in your house, we have become friends at the night class and it is nice to meet his mother." He made his voice earnest and soft to match hers, making her relax, lower her guard and smile back at him. She really was very pretty, if he was into that sort of thing he would have planned to have had her himself, but he did know someone who he knew was going to have a great deal of fun with her. "Peter you'd better take Mister Larsen to your room so that you can make a start," she told her son. Peter's room wasn't large, the bed was in the middle of one wall with various cupboards, a desk and 2 chairs. They sat together in front of the computer "thank you Peter" Larson put his hand on Peter's knee leaving it there longer than a casual pat. "perhaps we had better make a start". Peter was blushing again, he hadn't moved his knee from the initial twitch when Larsen had fist touched him he felt too nervous to move away from him but just sat there and wriggled uncomfortably. "If you type and I read out the pieces then perhaps we will get this done quicker." Larsen took charge with quiet assertiveness and Peter began to type up the words as instructed. They had been going for almost three quarters of an hour when they both heard Peter's mother calling. They looked up together as she arrived at the door, "Peter can you drive over to the village shop for some fresh milk? I was going to make us some tea, but we have run out." Peter grumbled, like a petulant teenager even though he was almost twenty years old. "Oh please Peter, it won't take you long." She went on pleading with her son. Larson interrupted, "I could do with a break and a cup of tea Amanda, the sooner you go Peter the sooner you will be back." That settled it, they both looked at Larson and Peter quietly said ok before he left the room together with his mother asking her for the money to pay for the milk as he went. To his glee this left Larsen alone in the boy's bedroom, it was his big chance to find out if Peter had any secrets to hide, would the room reveal any nasty little things he wondered and he smiled at his own good fortune. Listening carefully for the mothers return, he began to go through the boys drawers. The nearest chest of drawers was uninterestingly full of clothes and college stuff as was the cabinet beside it, undeterred he moved on to the next, closest to the bed, surely there was something to find here. He pulled out the top drawer, there were sweatshirts carefully folded, T shirts, he slid his hand beneath them, what was this? He felt glossy covers that felt like magazines and he gently slid one out from beneath the clothing, would it be some girly porn mag, he wondered. Then it was in his hand and a huge grin spreading over his face as he read the cover "Enforced Transvestism" my god this was better than he could ever had wished. He felt for the others and pulled them out too, just to see if this was just a one-off thing, but no they all told a similar tale of enforced transvestism and transvestite bondage. His hands were actually trembling with excitement as he carefully replaced the magazines, surely there must also be something that proved this was more than just fantasy reading matter and he set out with a purpose swiftly searching every nook and cranny of the room. It didn't take him long for him to prove his theory right, hidden away in the bottom drawers he discovered female underwear, stockings, nighties, the further he looked the more he found, skirts and even a dress with high heels hidden under the bottom of the wardrobe. This was like a gift from heaven, just one more place to check, the computer, and sure enough as he searched through the hidden files and history, site after site of a similar subject came up, many from his own internet empire, he smiled in gleeful satisfaction. Well, well Peter, he thought, now I will have to hook you and reel you in to my web and he suppressed an open laugh. The front door banged and Larsen quickly closed the browser he had used and glanced around the room to make sure no evidence of his search was left. A few minutes later Peter came upstairs with 2 cups of tea "Here you are mister Larson, I hope I wasn't too long," Peter was breathless. "That's ok Peter" Larsen took his tea, then he paused. "I was just thinking, we aren't going to finish this tonight, why don't you come around to me on Saturday morning, stay over till Sunday or Monday and we can get things sorted out then?" Peter blushed again. "Are you s sure mister Larsen, I m mean, that would be great, but, um, what about the builders work?" Larsen's voice was more assertive now. "Of course it will be ok, I wouldn't ask you otherwise, so that settles it, be with me by ten, bring an overnight bag with your nightie and things." Larsen purposely left the feminine in his sentence, just to see if it had any effect, which it did as Peter's face went a deeper shade of red. Larsen went on ignoring the blushes, "You'd better let your mum know." Then Larsen skilfully changed the subject. "You have a lovely view over the back garden from your window Peter." Amanda arrived at Peter's second call and he explained mister Larsen's invite for the weekend. She looked at Larsen "That's very kind of you Mister Larsen, I'd hate you to be put out." Larsen waved her words down. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to" he told her, then again he changed the subject, drawing the question to an end. "I was just looking out of your window admiring the view of your back garden and I couldn't help but notice that your window is very badly rotted Amanda, I hope you don't mind me saying but I am concerned the window will fall out altogether." It was Amanda's turn to blush and she did a pretty redness grew in her cheeks. "I am afraid that I just can't afford to replace the windows in the house," she said softly "I try my best to repair them, but I really don't know how to." Larsen gave a toothy grin, just as he had thought, oh how wonderful he could trap both mother and son in one night. "Don't worry Amanda, I have an idea, I will get my estate manager to come over and help you sort them out." She looked at him open mouthed, blushing more now. "But, but, I couldn't, I mean, I, I can't, well I can't afford to employ someone Mister Larsen," her face was bright red and she looked totally miserable, he could almost have felt sorry for her. "Don't worry Amanda, take it as a gift or as a loan if you prefer, anyway, Mohamed has been desperate for something to keep him busy (which was true but not in the way she might think) things are quiet on the estate right now, I'll get him to pop over to see you in the morning. Now I will have to go, thank you for the tea and I will see you on Saturday Peter." Larsen skilfully brought the conversation to a close, he had his note book and college file in his hand, the micro camera hidden in his pocket with all the evidence of his visit, his almost sudden departure leaving mother and son with very different thoughts and both with differing nervous anticipations. When Larsen got back to the estate he called Mohammed to meet him in his study and the big black man sensed that his boss was excited. "Well Mohammed I have found some playthings for us both tonight and I also think that I have solved our estate issue at the same time." The big black man smiled a wide white toothed smile, he knew that his boss would come up trumps, he had been under strict orders to be without a woman for almost a year, in fact ever since they had arrived at the estate. Now he was desperately struggling to control himself, he needed one to play with, in his own peculiar way and knew that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. Larsen explained about the boy, Amanda, his mother and the house and he showed the pictures he had taken of the rotten window frames upstairs in the boy's bedroom. Mohammed understood, he was already developing plans of his own, he knew that Larsen would leave him to sort it out. "Do you need anything from me?" Larsen asked him. The big black man was thinking. "That drug, you know the one, that makes women aroused, the one we perfected in Sweden." Larsen went to a large cabinet which he unlocked, withdrawing a bottle from the rows of drugs on the shelves, it was half full of a white powder. "Is this enough for now? Remember that it does build up in the system, so you reduce the dose after about the third time just to maintain the level." The black man nodded his grin wider than ever. "Oh yes, I remember, she will like." And he laughed a loud deep laugh, Larsen laughed too. "I wonder how long it will take for her to totally lose control of her mind." He couldn't wait, his evil brain was in overdrive, thinking of the fun he would have and planning his next steps. The next morning Amanda was just returning through the back door of her house after hanging out a line of washing , when she heard the knocking at the front door. Peter had gone off to college an hour before and she felt quite nervous of the thought of Larsen's manager coming round to look at the windows. She had thought that it might be one of those things that people say, but never happens and in a way she had hoped that would be the case. She felt safe in the privacy of her own home and the thought of a strange man coming here worried her greatly, even to the point that if she had had Larsen's phone number she would have rung to cancel it. Taking off her apron, she went down the hallway as the knocking became a little harder, she took a deep breath to steady her nerves and finally opened the door. She stepped back a little in surprise, she hadn't expected to see a black man, especially such a big one, his teeth gleaming white in his wide smile. "Amanda? Mister Larsen sent me." His voice was a deep rumble, yet friendly. She was taken aback a little that he knew her name, but trying to regain her composure she managed to nod a slightly quivering, "Hello." Her voice sounded small and she felt stupid that she had made such a timid response. "It's, it's the windows." How foolish to be so nervous, she thought, after all he is only a man and mister Larsen had said that he was very good. The big man tried to look harmless and benevolent. "What if we have a cup of tea and talk about it first Amanda, I expect mister Larsen dropped this on you by surprise, as much as he did to me, so let's have some tea, I like a nice cup of tea and we can discuss this window job then, ok?" She felt herself relax a little, it was just she hadn't been prepared for a black man, especially such a huge one. She gave a little smile then she turned and led him through past the kitchen into the dining room. "Amanda, I much prefer to sit in your kitchen than here." And he back tracked, going into the large kitchen with its big table in the middle. "I can talk to you as you make the tea here." His smile was harmless as he leaned against the cabinet, but inside he was beginning to enjoy himself, she was such a lovely little thing, nice tits, not too big and not too small and a really sexy bottom, oh yes this was going to be good. Amanda was rushing around now, kettle on, cups on the table, milk too and the tea bags already in the pot. "Now tell me about the windows Amanda?" He purposely kept using her first name, it was a trick he used to make her feel that he was the boss in this situation. She began quietly, then slowly poured out all her worries about the rotten windows, especially those upstairs, she thought that they would fall out and she didn't know what to do, she just couldn't afford new ones and a workman would tell her that they couldn't be fixed, she just knew it. He let her carry on, listening intently, gauging her feelings and measuring her vulnerabilities. She poured the tea. "Milk?" she said. "No, I prefer it black Amanda." He left the words hang in the air and he could see her hand trembling as she put the jug down. "Have you got some sugar Amanda?" He smiled as she looked around as if searching for it. "Oh,oh, I'm sorry." Amanda was shocked at herself for forgetting. "W we don't use it, ssorry, just a minute I'll get some from the dining room cabinet" and she rushed out of the door. Mohammed's smile grew more as he took the jar of white powder from his pocket and stirred a spoonful into her cup, unhurriedly replacing it before she came back in with the sugar. Then he sat at the kitchen table watching her intently as he drank his tea listening to her as she finished her cup. "Ok, let's go outside and take a look first, before I bring my ladder round, then we can take a closer look Amanda." He stood and let her open the back door for him, before she followed him into the back garden. He peered upwards at the windows nodding as much for her benefit as anything "Hmmm, let me get my ladders and things Amanda." She stood there nervously as he first he brought a large yellow toolbox round, then a strange looking metal ladder, unbeknown to her this was a contrivance to his own design that he created for use in the dungeon back in the mansion, this would be its first open air test. He leaned it against the wall beneath the small landing window and in one lithe movement, so swiftly for such a big man, he was at the top, poking and prodding the wood. Amanda stood looking up at him almost wringing her hands nervously, she was feeling a little giddy, her head was a bit muzzy and all of a sudden her heart was somehow pounding in her chest, she thought it was because she was worried about the windows, but in fact the drug was already beginning to have an effect. Mohammed slid easily back down the ladder and looked at her noticing almost immediately that her nipples were now making visible bumps through her T shirt and her face was becoming noticeably flushed. "Well the good news is, the main frames are solid, but the bad news is the sash windows have rot in them." He could see that this was upsetting her. "don't worry we can repair them, but you and I have to work together to remove the sashes one at a time so that I can take them to my workshop. She was trying to follow what he was saying, but her body was tingling more and more in all the wrong places. "Go up the ladder and take a look, I'll show you what I mean." He waved her to the ladder and she slowly began to climb, she had never been afraid of heights and often climbed her own ladder to clean the windows, but today she was feeling a nervous tingling throughout her body. Mohammed stood at the bottom of the ladder looking up her skirt, it was above her knees though not short, she's got lovely legs too he thought. When she got to the windowsill she really didn't know what she was looking at, she was only aware that her body was tingling more than ever. Then suddenly there he was climbing up behind her. She felt him, wrists touching her legs as he came, then against her thighs and the sides of her body. He stopped, his weight leaning slightly against her pinning her to the ladder, she felt him against her bottom and she checked a gasp as her arms and legs began to tremble. He smiled a knowing leering smile, feeling her body trembling as he leaned closer to her, he was enjoying every minute. "There you can see where it is rotten." He spoke against her ear, the vibrations of his voice tickling and increasing her sensations. "I have to remove these batons." He reached around her pointing. "Then take each sash out in turn." He moved his arms around her as he pointed upwards. "We'll fix a pulley to the beams above here and lower the windows by rope, together." She was nodding, trying to ignore his presence so close to her and trying to ignore the feelings of arousal that were now coursing through her. "You have lovely legs Amanda." His tone hadn't changed, it was as if he was still talking about the window frame and it took her a few seconds of nodding before she realised what he had said. "Too lovely to keep them hidden like this, you must wear shorter skirts to show them off." She didn't know what to say, she felt his weight heavier against her and she just held on tightly to the rung of the ladder, her body trembling, her nipples, now fully erect, throbbing and with a growing crazy craving to touch herself. "I always speak my mind Amanda, I never hide my thoughts, it is much better to do that don't you think?" He paused for her reply which she felt he was waiting for, she barely managed a quivering croaked yes, her throat dry, before he continued "So you will do that for me tomorrow when we start, wont you Amanda?" She didn't trust herself to answer her body was so aroused she could hardly speak. "Wont you?" His voice was louder now as if waiting for a reply from a young child. She said "yes" in a spontaneous reaction and before she even thought what she was saying He smiled wickedly at the back of her head. "I hope so Amanda, I don't like to be let down, none of us do, do we Amanda?" She felt the pressure of his body ease against her and in a fluid movement he was descending the ladder, his hands sliding erotically over her calves to her ankles. "Come Amanda, let me help you." Trembling all over, still, she began to nervously follow him down, allowing him to help her place her feet as he guided her by her ankles. Then as the ground neared he let his hands slide up her legs as she carried on climbing down. "Don't worry, I have you Amanda," he said, his deep voice soft and resonant, the words hanging in her head as his hands slid beneath her skirt, lifting it as he did so. "Such lovely legs Amanda." Her skirt was almost up to her thighs when she touched the ground, "That's much better," he murmured, then he let go. Turning on his heels and with hardly a backward glance he spoke over his shoulder. "I'll leave the ladder here, it will be ok, now I know what you need , I'll be here at nine tomorrow , I am looking forward to seeing you again Amanda, don't worry about your windows anymore." He was gone before she realised it. Amanda stumbled weakly back into the kitchen, her body felt as if it was on fire. Hardly knowing which part to touch first, she rushed upstairs taking her clothes off as she did, her vibrator was in her bedside drawer, it was her only way of achieving relief these days, she was too shy to go out and meet men. She lay there naked as her orgasm swept quickly over her, normally this was a slow process, it would leave her satisfied and sleepy, but this time she felt somehow insatiable, needing, wanting, she'd never ever had multiple orgasms before. She woke up late in the afternoon, her naked body slick from perspiration, her countless orgasms had exhausted her yet still her body buzzed, the touch and feel of the big black man going round and round in her mind, her fingers straying once again between her legs. She stopped herself reluctantly as she heard the clock in the hall strike 4, my god where had the day gone she thought, shaking herself, she headed for the shower to clear her head, Peter would be back in an hour and she had to sort out his dinner. It was a strange evening, both of them were lost in their own thoughts, she thinking of the big black man and what she would wear when he came the next day, the buzz of her body still feeding her confusing arousal which she put down to a crazy sexual attraction to him. Whilst Peter was preparing for the weekend at Larsen's house, he had three motives, finish the assignment, explore the estate with his new friend and having the privacy of sleeping in the sexy nightie that he hadn't dared to wear at home for fear of his mother coming into his room unannounced and catching him out. At least at Larsen's home he would expect privacy as a guest of such a person and no one would ever know his secret closet fun. Both went to bed early, yet unable to sleep both read until late, Amanda playing with herself quietly before she finally slept at last, her night punctuated by dreams of sex and black men. The next morning she overslept and was woken by Peter shouting that he was leaving soon, his bag already in his car. It was gone nine and she rushed to the shower and readied herself before the black man was due to arrive, just the thought of him beginning to make her body tingle again. After Peter left, she stood looking in her wardrobe wearing only her bra and panties, what could she wear, what would he like, then she remembered his words, they seemed to resonate in her head, short skirt. She rummaged through her things, nothing was that short but she finally found a blue skirt she had once daringly bought which came to mid thigh. Buttoning it around her waist, she zipped it up and looked at herself in the mirror, it looked ok, not too short, not too tarty, in fact she felt good in it. Her cream blouse came to her waist, buttoning loosely it revealed a slight cleavage, not too smart to prevent her from helping him work on the window, but she hoped that he would like the way she looked. The buzzing inside her had subsided a little now, though the suspense of waiting for him was making her excited none the less. It was five past ten when he knocked at the door, she opened it almost immediately this time, which he noted in his mind with a little satisfaction. He looked at her and saw that her skirt was indeed shorter than the one that she wore on the previous day, she looked very pretty. "Good morning," she said her heart pounding, hopefully he hadn't noticed the quiver in her voice. "Is the tea on Amanda?" he said with a smile. "Come in, come in." She felt that she was babbling a bit. "I've just boiled the kettle ready." He followed her into the kitchen and sat at the table while she made the two cups of tea, watching for an opportunity to give her another spoonful of the drug. This time the sugar was on the table, but just as he was thinking up an excuse for her to leave the room she excused herself to stop the alarm clock that was beeping loudly in her son's bedroom. Mohammed smiled again at his luck and stirred the powder into her cup even as she disappeared up the stairs. When she returned he told her what he had planned, to remove the sash window he would first remove the retaining batons then he would fix a pully block to the beam above the window and reave the rope so that he could tie the end to the sash. She would stand on the ladder holding the rope as he levered the window out until it was clear, she would have to hold it on the rope until he joined her and then they would lower it to the ground together. He had made up a temporary frame covered in polythene which he would put up in place securing it there so that it covered up the hole where the window had come from until it was repaired. She drank her tea nodding but hardly listening as he described the process, almost unaware that her body was already beginning to react to the second dose of the drug. Mohammed spent the next hour working on the window yet still watching Amanda to see her reactions and to monitor the effect the drug was having on her. Several times he saw her in the kitchen touching her breasts through her blouse and every time when he called her she would come straight away to see what he wanted. Before midday he had freed the sash and had tied the rope to lower it. "Amanda," he called, "I want you to climb the ladder and take the other end of the rope." She was climbing even before he had finished. He climbed up behind her as she did, her heart pounding as she felt him against her again. Her limbs trembling with arousal at his touch yet she was cursing herself for reacting in this way. She took the rope in her trembling fingers, she felt his body leaning firmly against her, trapping her against the ladder. His voice buzzed in her ear again, his lips almost touching it, his hot breath tickling her making her insides throb with desire. "You are trembling Amanda and I am concerned you will not be able to hold the rope and you might let the window slip Amanda, so I am going to tie a loop around your wrists to help you hold it, do you understand?" She nodded unable to find her voice and he began to make a loop in the rope, checking that the slip knot would tighten firmly. She was watching his hands working in front of her as his body leaned against her, his big arms around her. "Slip your hand through here Amanda." His lips were so close, his voice a soft blow of air, her heart was pounding so much, she was so aroused at this time she had to concentrate hard to stifle a moan and unthinking she slid her hand through the loop. "Now the other one Amanda." His lips were so close, his breath was blowing right into her ear, he knew that she was completely aroused now, but part of the fun was taking his time to tease her until she begged for it. Without a second thought she slid her other hand through the loop, his body holding hers against the ladder "Good girl Amanda." His huge hand slipped the knot down closing the loop tight around her wrists. "Now you wont have to worry about dropping it will you Amanda?" She couldn't answer, her wrists held together as they were by the rope made her feel as she had never felt before. Mohammed slid down the ladder grinning to himself, Oh yes she was reacting just as he had hoped, just like Dominic said, she would be a fantastic plaything for him to enjoy and break. He made his way slowly up to the landing letting the tension build further, until eventually he looked out of the window down at her "I 'm going to push it free and ease it down until you have the tension on the rope Amanda, lift your arms above your head as I ease it down so that it won't hurt your wrists when you take the weight, do you understand Amanda?" She nodded, peering up at him, then lifted her hands above her head letting the rope loose enough for him to push the frame out. He watched her carefully as he got the window over the sill and as the pressure came on the rope he watched as her hands were pulled tight above her head, holding her there. "Good, now, I'll come down and help you lower it Amanda." Again he took his time on the stairs, he adjusted himself so that the bulge of his semi erection stood upwards in the front of his loose trousers, then he began to climb up behind Amanda, again. At first he gently touched her legs then he slipped his palms up the sides of her body, her arms wriggling above her head as he did so. His hands slid gently around in front of her, up over her breasts and her erect throbbing nipples, she struggled to pull her hands down to stop him but the weight of the window was too much instead she moaned loudly, her emotions getting the better of her. Unable to stop herself and trying to avoid his teasing fingers she leaned back against him suddenly feeling his hardness against her bottom. She couldn't stop herself as she almost swooned at his touch. "I hate bras Amanda," he murmured into her ear, so restricting, and his hands slid upwards up her arms to her wrists. Gently he released her wrists and slowly lowered the window to the floor. Smoothly he descended the ladder again, leaving he barely holding on quivering, trying to regain her composition, her strength to follow him down. By the time she got to the floor her face was flushed a deep red with embarrassment and arousal, he had taken the window to his van and she stood there not sure what to do. After a few moments he returned with a light frame covered with polythene. He smiled at her. "Go and make some tea Amanda, while I fit this temporary window for you, to keep the wind out." She didn't reply, but just went and did as she was told. She felt like an emotional wreck and her continual arousal left her unable to think straight and desperate for release. Mohammed had secured the temporary frame before she had finished making the tea and he sat at the table looking at her. "I'm going to take the sash back to the workshop now to rebuild it Amanda." Then he put a plastic bag on the table. "I bought you a present Amanda, if you like to please me and let me see your lovely legs, then wear it when I come back tomorrow, otherwise" He left the words in the air. She didn't touch the bag, she just stood there looking at him, her heart pounding. He swigged the last of his tea, his eyes holding her, then he got up from the table. "Eight o'clock then, if you want to that is." And he was gone before she knew it.