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My name is Norah Bentley

Chapter 1?? The trap is set

My name is Norah Bentley. I am a 42 year old divorced female. I am proud of what I have achieved. After a messy divorce 7 years ago I threw myself single-mindedly into my passion: property investment. I have now built up a property portfolio of 16 rental houses and have a net worth of over one million dollars. Yes, I flaunt my success.

Many people call me a hard-nosed bitch. I am ruthless with my tenants and have no time for hard luck stories. Pay the rent on time, or take a hike. As a female I am not prepared to show weakness or compassion, as there are always the no-hopers who are waiting to take advantage.

This is my persona. Successful, tough, emotionless.

Knowing this about me makes my story seem even more unbelievable. Even now, many months later, my mind still whirls with confusion.

Before I begin my story, I must make a confession, as much as it hurts my pride. My divorce 7 years ago cut a deep wound in my emotions that just would not heal. I confess I was not a good wife. I was demanding, jealous, and smothering. I should not have been surprised that the useless prick took refuge in the panties of his brainless, buxom secretary, then left me for her.

I cried non-stop for 10 days. When I stopped crying, I dried my eyes and resolved I would never be hurt again.

With a ruthless passion I focused on property investment and became damn good at it. I did not allow myself to have private life; as to do so would leave me vulnerable. Oh, I had a few one-night stands, but no one lasted more than a few weeks before I booted them out of my life. Gradually the men dried up. I guess my reputation preceded me.

Eventually the few close friends I had following my divorce also melted away. Initially I thumbed my nose at them, thinking they were jealous of my success, but I now realise I was probably not a nice person to be around.

Enough of my bleeding-heart confessions. It is just a delaying tactic. I will reluctantly tell you my story.

The 17th started off like any other day. My life is very regimented, and I like to believe this is because I am focused and successful. My alarm goes off at 7.30am. I rise, feed the cat, shower, dress, have eggs, bacon and a muffin for breakfast, followed by a cup of strong coffee while I read the financial section of the newspaper. It is the only part of the newspaper I read. I am not interested in reading about human misery, petty politics, or the steroid-induced feats of overpaid sportsmen.

At 9.00am I log onto my computer and check my bank statement to reconcile the balance and ensure all rents have been paid. My eyes narrow to thin slits and my blood begins to boil when I notice the rent for 17 Wisteria Lane is overdue. I knew renting one of my properties to them was a mistake. The tenants were a young couple, Mark and Diane, both in their late teens. Normally I stay clear of the young ones, as they are so irresponsible these days. Drugs, booze and sex seem to be their sole focus.

However Mark and Diane were an attractive, well groomed young couple, well presented, and although they were both still students they did have part-time jobs and ensured me there would be no problems with the lease.

What a damn fool I was. I hated to be proven wrong. These young troublemakers will be gone within a week, I resolved.? I do not phone, as it gives my wormy tenants an opportunity to spin me a sad, sob story. For me it is the full frontal, knock-on-the-door assault.

It was late afternoon when I pulled up outside 17 Wisteria in my sporty little Mercedes. Mark and Diane?s battered Honda was parked outside so I knew they were home. With authority I strode up to the front door and knocked loudly. To my annoyance there was no response. A knocked again, longer and louder. Still no response. By now I was getting more than a little steamy under the collar. Stop avoiding me you useless little worms.

I knocked a third time, loud enough to wake the dead. But again it elicited no response. Frustrated, I tried the front door and found it was unlocked. I stepped inside and called out. There was no answer but I could hear a noise down the hallway. Not one to back away, I strode down the hallway. The bedroom door was partly ajar. I was about to hammer on the door when I caught a glimpse of Diane and I was frozen in my tracks. I stared, disbelieving.

Diane was tied spreadeagled on the bed, facedown, totally naked, her hands and feet tied to each corner. Rope was also tied tightly around her waist, and then looped through the crack of her buttocks and obviously secured in the front. Her labia were split by the rope and from my vantage point I could clearly see them protruding, red and swollen. Diane?s buttocks, thighs, and upper back were covered with red welts were she had obviously been whipped with something.

My heart began to beat furiously, and I feared I was witnessing some sort of assault and battery on Diane. Without breathing I took a step back, with the intention of retreating to safety and phoning the police. But then to my amazement Mark came into view. His young body was also totally naked. His semi erect penis swinging freely in front of athletic body.

My mind was racing with confusion. What was I witnessing here. Initially I had thought it was an assault by an intruder, but now it appeared if it was some sort of debauched, perverted sexual activity. I was sickened, and it confirmed my low option of today?s youth.

But despite my distaste at what I was witnessing, my eyes remained fixated on the scene I was viewing through the slightly ajar door. Mark was untying the ropes that secured Diane?s ankle and wrists to the bed corners. Once untied, Diane took a moment to rub the painful looking, ugly red welts on her buttocks. But instead of getting up off the bed, I watch disbelievingly as she slowly turned over on her back, then opened her legs and raised her arms above her head. Mark moved silently around the bed, again securing Diane?s hands and feet to the corners of the bed.

I could not help noticing her breasts. They were small but very firm, and still held their form despite the fact she was lying on her back. Her nipples were erect and pointing invitingly into the air.

Mark then untied the rope that was secured tightly around her waist, and pulled it out from between her legs. Diane?s pubic region was even more clearly exposed to me. She had neatly trimmed but sparsely covered blond pubic hair that did little to cover her vaginal region. Mark disappeared out of view for a moment then returned, a vicious looking short wispy whip held in his right hand.

I was aware that beads of sweat were beginning to roll down my forehead. I was only too aware I needed to do something. Either burst in and confront the pair of them, or get my butt out of there and deal with the rent problem later. But unbelievably I just stood there, taking in the debauched scene. I was revolted, but could not take my eyes away from the scene that was before me. It was somehow giving me sensory overload in a manner I could not even begin to comprehend.

I was transfixed as Mark rested the whip on Diane?s pubic mound

?Lift it, ? he commanded, without emotion

Incredibly Diane arched her buttocks off the bed, pushing her pubic mound high in the air. It was one of the most sexually crass acts I had ever seen in my 42 years. Yet I was glued to the spot, almost not daring to blink.

With Diane?s pubic mound raised high, and her legs spread, I could even see her engorged clitoris pushing out from its hood, brazenly displaying her sexual arousal. Here juices were oozing from her swollen lips. Despite my distaste at what I was witnessing, I also knew that her fully aroused vagina was one of the most truly deeply erotic things I had ever witnessed.

Although my former husband and I had been sexually active when first married, I had soon become bored, and eventually found the whole groping, sweaty act of making love something I tried to avoid. It was always done in bed with the light off and I tried to get it over with as quickly as possible. Any attempts at foreplay by my husband were discouraged. Although I hated to face up to it, deep down I knew that it was hardly surprising he started banging his bimbo secretary.

Mark continued to rest the whip on Diane?s pubic mound

?Higher? he again commanded

Diane strained to arch herself even higher off the bed. Her buttocks were now 12 inches clear of the bed, and despite myself I admired her agility and athleticism. The muscles in her shapely legs were clearly defined, and she was obviously carrying no extra weight. Incredibly I found myself trying to visualise being in Diane?s place. I knew I would look nowhere as svelte as she did. Although I was not grossly overweight, I had not taken good care of my body in recent years. I had packed on many extra pounds on my hips and thighs through poor diet and a lack of exercise. My constant excuse was I was too busy being successful to worry about exercising or eating properly.

I almost shook my head in bemusement. Here I was witnessing the most sexually explicit act I had ever seen, and I was worrying how overweight I would look if ever I were subjected to the same abuse.

?Forget it girl?, I told myself. Do you seriously think you would allow yourself to be abused like that by another person? Not bloody likely. But even as I silently chastised myself and wanted to leave my young tenants to their sexually sadistic games, I could not divert my eyes from what I was witnessing.

Despite myself, I found my eyes wandering up Diane?s well defined legs, taking in her straining calf muscles, then again taking in the sight of her most private of regions. Diane?s pubic lips had now been forced open from the combination of having her legs forced open, her hips elevated, and her high level of sexual arousal. I could now see the delicate pinkness of the inside of her vagina. I was breathing heavily, I felt flushed, and sweat continued to run down my forehead. I badly needed to wipe my brow to stop the sweat from running into my eyes but was afraid the movement would draw attention to myself. If I could see Mark, it stood to reason that he could also see me if he glanced toward the doorway.

It seemed like an eternity that Diane had been forced to keep her hips raised high off the bed, although in reality I had no concept of time. Then in a sudden movement Mark raised the whip and brought it down on her pubic mould. It happened so quickly that I jumped with fright when Diane let out a howl of anguish as the whip connect. An ugly red welt quickly appeared, clearly visible even through her blond wispy pubic hair. She had lowered her buttocks back onto the bed and was grimacing with pain.

?How can the stupid little tart allow herself to be subjected to such a sadistic act?? I was totally confused. What I was witnessing was barbaric and surely nobody would willingly subject themselves to such pain. Yet I had only too clearly seen with my own eyes how sexually aroused Diane was.

?Up!? Mark demanded, again resting the whip provocatively on her pubic mound.

Diane hesitated for a few moments, then to my utter amazement she strained her leg muscles to get her hips again elevated high off the bed. The whip struck a second time, crisscrossing the existing welt, and again Diane cried out in a sob of pain.

The sweat had now run down my forehead into my eyes and my vision was becoming blurred despite the fact I was constantly blinking my eyes. I decided it was time to beat a hasty retreat, although I knew deep down some primal urge wanted me to stay. I slowly retraced my steps down the hallway, exited the open front door and very quietly closed it behind me. I almost ran down the pathway, quickly opening my car door and jumping inside. I wiped the sweat out of my eyes. A glance in the mirror confirmed my face was flushed like I had never seen before, and I struggled to slow my pounding heart. I felt as if I had just run a marathon.

A wave of revulsion suddenly swept over me. I felt sick at my own conduct. How could I have just stood there ogling that perverted act? I shook my head in bewilderment. I resolved to block the whole incident out and never think of it again. I am good at blocking out emotions that clog my mind and do not

contribute to my persona of success.

However, much to my annoyance, I failed miserably that evening to block the events I had witnessed from my mind. Like some pornographic video it just kept replaying in front of my visual senses. In the end, out of total frustration, I decided to take a sleeping pill and retire early, knowing I would feel much better after a good night?s sleep.

Once in bed I kept my mind focused on the financial journal I was reading. Thankfully I felt my eyes became droopy and was overcome by sleep. But less than an hour later I was awake, my head thick and fuzzy from the strong sleeping pill I had taken. Still the sickening scene of the hapless Diane played before my senses. My body was burning as if I was running a fever. There was inner warmth in the pit of my stomach that felt unusually pleasant.

I tried to think clearly through the haze of my drowsiness, to make sense of the pleasant sensations flowing through my body. Almost without knowing it I allowed one of my hands to stray down to my vagina. I was wet beyond belief. As my fingers grazed my clitoris it felt like an electric current running through my body. As if following a secret command from deep within, I splayed my legs wide open, then strained to lift my pelvis high in the air, mimicking the lurid act I had witnessed of my young tenant. As I imagined a silent whip being raised above me I slid my fingers deep inside my vagina and finger-fucked myself with relentless vigour. In no time my hips were bucking with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. As I lay there afterwards, my body glowing with a pleasant warm sweat, I drifted off to a deep and restful sleep.

When I awoke in the morning I was unsure if the whole experience had been real or a dream. But deep down I knew and I felt revolted with myself. I had not masturbated since I was an awkward teenager fantasising over some impossible love.

After two cups of very strong coffee I felt my mind settling down to its normal, well-ordered self. I checked my on-line internet bank statement and noticed that Mark and Diane?s rent had gone through, albeit two days late. A little voice in my head told me to let it go, not to worry about the late payment. But that was not my style. I don?t forgive and forget. If I let them get away with it now, they will think they can take advantage of me whenever they like. I looked at my watch. It was a little after 8.30am and I decided to phone straight away and clear up the fact that they had better not mess around with me or they would be out on the street before they knew it. I rationalised that in this case I would deal with the matter on the telephone, and forgo my usual method of fronting up in person, which was hardly surprising given what I had witnessed the previous day.

The phone rang for what seemed an eternity before a sleepy voice greeted me at the other end. It was Mark. I informed him, formally, that it was Mrs Bentley, his landlady, speaking. Mark seemed unimpressed, and said nothing

?Your rent was 2 days late? I spoke angrily

?I have paid it lady? was Mark?s belligerent response

I exploded. ?Listen here, you little fucker. The rent is to be paid on the due date, not when you feel like paying it.?

?And if I don?t?? Far from being fazed by my verbal assault, Mark almost seemed to be enjoying himself

?What?? I shouted, disbelieving that he could even think of asking me such a question

Without giving me the opportunity to answer his question he pressed on.

?Are landlords able to enter a tenants house without getting permission first?? Mark?s question was voiced with confidence and authority.

My blood ran cold. Surely he did not know I had entered their house yesterday and witnessed their sordid sexual activities. Unusually for me, I was flustered, and unsure of how to respond.

?Well??

I hung up. I was shaking with anger that he had treated me with such contempt. The cheeky little upstart. But beneath my anger I was deeply concerned by his question. Why had he asked it? Surely he couldn?t have known. There was no way they would have continued in such a brazen manner if they had known someone was watching.

Although it worried me, I eventually rationalised that it was just a silly coincidence. Nevertheless I shied away from another confrontation with the pair of them, deciding that in this case I might just make an exception and let the matter lie.?

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Chapter 1?? The trap is set

My name is Norah Bentley. I am a 42 year old divorced female. I am proud of what I have achieved. After a messy divorce 7 years ago I threw myself single-mindedly into my passion: property investment. I have now built up a property portfolio of 16 rental houses and have a net worth of over one million dollars. Yes, I flaunt my success.

Many people call me a hard-nosed bitch. I am ruthless with my tenants and have no time for hard luck stories. Pay the rent on time, or take a hike. As a female I am not prepared to show weakness or compassion, as there are always the no-hopers who are waiting to take advantage.

This is my persona. Successful, tough, emotionless.

Knowing this about me makes my story seem even more unbelievable. Even now, many months later, my mind still whirls with confusion.

Before I begin my story, I must make a confession, as much as it hurts my pride. My divorce 7 years ago cut a deep wound in my emotions that just would not heal. I confess I was not a good wife. I was demanding, jealous, and smothering. I should not have been surprised that the useless prick took refuge in the panties of his brainless, buxom secretary, then left me for her.

I cried non-stop for 10 days. When I stopped crying, I dried my eyes and resolved I would never be hurt again.

With a ruthless passion I focused on property investment and became damn good at it. I did not allow myself to have private life; as to do so would leave me vulnerable. Oh, I had a few one-night stands, but no one lasted more than a few weeks before I booted them out of my life. Gradually the men dried up. I guess my reputation preceded me.

Eventually the few close friends I had following my divorce also melted away. Initially I thumbed my nose at them, thinking they were jealous of my success, but I now realise I was probably not a nice person to be around.

Enough of my bleeding-heart confessions. It is just a delaying tactic. I will reluctantly tell you my story.

The 17^th started off like any other day. My life is very regimented, and I like to believe this is because I am focused and successful. My alarm goes off at 7.30am. I rise, feed the cat, shower, dress, have eggs, bacon and a muffin for breakfast, followed by a cup of strong coffee while I read the financial section of the newspaper. It is the only part of the newspaper I read. I am not interested in reading about human misery, petty politics, or the steroid-induced feats of overpaid sportsmen.

At 9.00am I log onto my computer and check my bank statement to reconcile the balance and ensure all rents have been paid. My eyes narrow to thin slits and my blood begins to boil when I notice the rent for 17 Wisteria Lane is overdue. I knew renting one of my properties to them was a mistake. The tenants were a young couple, Mark and Diane, both in their late teens. Normally I stay clear of the young ones, as they are so irresponsible these days. Drugs, booze and sex seem to be their sole focus.

However Mark and Diane were an attractive, well groomed young couple, well presented, and although they were both still students they did have part-time jobs and ensured me there would be no problems with the lease.

What a damn fool I was. I hated to be proven wrong. These young troublemakers will be gone within a week, I resolved.? I do not phone, as it gives my wormy tenants an opportunity to spin me a sad, sob story. For me it is the full frontal, knock-on-the-door assault.

It was late afternoon when I pulled up outside 17 Wisteria in my sporty little Mercedes. Mark and Diane?s battered Honda was parked outside so I knew they were home. With authority I strode up to the front door and knocked loudly. To my annoyance there was no response. A knocked again, longer and louder. Still no response. By now I was getting more than a little steamy under the collar. Stop avoiding me you useless little worms.

I knocked a third time, loud enough to wake the dead. But again it elicited no response. Frustrated, I tried the front door and found it was unlocked. I stepped inside and called out. There was no answer but I could hear a noise down the hallway. Not one to back away, I strode down the hallway. The bedroom door was partly ajar. I was about to hammer on the door when I caught a glimpse of Diane and I was frozen in my tracks. I stared, disbelieving.

Diane was tied spreadeagled on the bed, facedown, totally naked, her hands and feet tied to each corner. Rope was also tied tightly around her waist, and then looped through the crack of her buttocks and obviously secured in the front. Her labia were split by the rope and from my vantage point I could clearly see them protruding, red and swollen. Diane?s buttocks, thighs, and upper back were covered with red welts were she had obviously been whipped with something.

My heart began to beat furiously, and I feared I was witnessing some sort of assault and battery on Diane. Without breathing I took a step back, with the intention of retreating to safety and phoning the police. But then to my amazement Mark came into view. His young body was also totally naked. His semi erect penis swinging freely in front of athletic body.

My mind was racing with confusion. What was I witnessing here. Initially I had thought it was an assault by an intruder, but now it appeared if it was some sort of debauched, perverted sexual activity. I was sickened, and it confirmed my low option of today?s youth.

But despite my distaste at what I was witnessing, my eyes remained fixated on the scene I was viewing through the slightly ajar door. Mark was untying the ropes that secured Diane?s ankle and wrists to the bed corners. Once untied, Diane took a moment to rub the painful looking, ugly red welts on her buttocks. But instead of getting up off the bed, I watch disbelievingly as she slowly turned over on her back, then opened her legs and raised her arms above her head. Mark moved silently around the bed, again securing Diane?s hands and feet to the corners of the bed.

I could not help noticing her breasts. They were small but very firm, and still held their form despite the fact she was lying on her back. Her nipples were erect and pointing invitingly into the air.

Mark then untied the rope that was secured tightly around her waist, and pulled it out from between her legs. Diane?s pubic region was even more clearly exposed to me. She had neatly trimmed but sparsely covered blond pubic hair that did little to cover her vaginal region. Mark disappeared out of view for a moment then returned, a vicious looking short wispy whip held in his right hand.

I was aware that beads of sweat were beginning to roll down my forehead. I was only too aware I needed to do something. Either burst in and confront the pair of them, or get my butt out of there and deal with the rent problem later. But unbelievably I just stood there, taking in the debauched scene. I was revolted, but could not take my eyes away from the scene that was before me. It was somehow giving me sensory overload in a manner I could not even begin to comprehend.

I was transfixed as Mark rested the whip on Diane?s pubic mound

?Lift it, ? he commanded, without emotion

Incredibly Diane arched her buttocks off the bed, pushing her pubic mound high in the air. It was one of the most sexually crass acts I had ever seen in my 42 years. Yet I was glued to the spot, almost not daring to blink.

With Diane?s pubic mound raised high, and her legs spread, I could even see her engorged clitoris pushing out from its hood, brazenly displaying her sexual arousal. Here juices were oozing from her swollen lips. Despite my distaste at what I was witnessing, I also knew that her fully aroused vagina was one of the most truly deeply erotic things I had ever witnessed.

Although my former husband and I had been sexually active when first married, I had soon become bored, and eventually found the whole groping, sweaty act of making love something I tried to avoid. It was always done in bed with the light off and I tried to get it over with as quickly as possible. Any attempts at foreplay by my husband were discouraged. Although I hated to face up to it, deep down I knew that it was hardly surprising he started banging his bimbo secretary.

Mark continued to rest the whip on Diane?s pubic mound

?Higher? he again commanded

Diane strained to arch herself even higher off the bed. Her buttocks were now 12 inches clear of the bed, and despite myself I admired her agility and athleticism. The muscles in her shapely legs were clearly defined, and she was obviously carrying no extra weight. Incredibly I found myself trying to visualise being in Diane?s place. I knew I would look nowhere as svelte as she did. Although I was not grossly overweight, I had not taken good care of my body in recent years. I had packed on many extra pounds on my hips and thighs through poor diet and a lack of exercise. My constant excuse was I was too busy being successful to worry about exercising or eating properly.

I almost shook my head in bemusement. Here I was witnessing the most sexually explicit act I had ever seen, and I was worrying how overweight I would look if ever I were subjected to the same abuse.

?Forget it girl?, I told myself. Do you seriously think you would allow yourself to be abused like that by another person? Not bloody likely. But even as I silently chastised myself and wanted to leave my young tenants to their sexually sadistic games, I could not divert my eyes from what I was witnessing.

Despite myself, I found my eyes wandering up Diane?s well defined legs, taking in her straining calf muscles, then again taking in the sight of her most private of regions. Diane?s pubic lips had now been forced open from the combination of having her legs forced open, her hips elevated, and her high level of sexual arousal. I could now see the delicate pinkness of the inside of her vagina. I was breathing heavily, I felt flushed, and sweat continued to run down my forehead. I badly needed to wipe my brow to stop the sweat from running into my eyes but was afraid the movement would draw attention to myself. If I could see Mark, it stood to reason that he could also see me if he glanced toward the doorway.

It seemed like an eternity that Diane had been forced to keep her hips raised high off the bed, although in reality I had no concept of time. Then in a sudden movement Mark raised the whip and brought it down on her pubic mould. It happened so quickly that I jumped with fright when Diane let out a howl of anguish as the whip connect. An ugly red welt quickly appeared, clearly visible even through her blond wispy pubic hair. She had lowered her buttocks back onto the bed and was grimacing with pain.

?How can the stupid little tart allow herself to be subjected to such a sadistic act?? I was totally confused. What I was witnessing was barbaric and surely nobody would willingly subject themselves to such pain. Yet I had only too clearly seen with my own eyes how sexually aroused Diane was.

?Up!? Mark demanded, again resting the whip provocatively on her pubic mound.

Diane hesitated for a few moments, then to my utter amazement she strained her leg muscles to get her hips again elevated high off the bed. The whip struck a second time, crisscrossing the existing welt, and again Diane cried out in a sob of pain.

The sweat had now run down my forehead into my eyes and my vision was becoming blurred despite the fact I was constantly blinking my eyes. I decided it was time to beat a hasty retreat, although I knew deep down some primal urge wanted me to stay. I slowly retraced my steps down the hallway, exited the open front door and very quietly closed it behind me. I almost ran down the pathway, quickly opening my car door and jumping inside. I wiped the sweat out of my eyes. A glance in the mirror confirmed my face was flushed like I had never seen before, and I struggled to slow my pounding heart. I felt as if I had just run a marathon.

A wave of revulsion suddenly swept over me. I felt sick at my own conduct. How could I have just stood there ogling that perverted act? I shook my head in bewilderment. I resolved to block the whole incident out and never think of it again. I am good at blocking out emotions that clog my mind and do not

contribute to my persona of success.

However, much to my annoyance, I failed miserably that evening to block the events I had witnessed from my mind. Like some pornographic video it just kept replaying in front of my visual senses. In the end, out of total frustration, I decided to take a sleeping pill and retire early, knowing I would feel much better after a good night?s sleep.

Once in bed I kept my mind focused on the financial journal I was reading. Thankfully I felt my eyes became droopy and was overcome by sleep. But less than an hour later I was awake, my head thick and fuzzy from the strong sleeping pill I had taken. Still the sickening scene of the hapless Diane played before my senses. My body was burning as if I was running a fever. There was inner warmth in the pit of my stomach that felt unusually pleasant.

I tried to think clearly through the haze of my drowsiness, to make sense of the pleasant sensations flowing through my body. Almost without knowing it I allowed one of my hands to stray down to my vagina. I was wet beyond belief. As my fingers grazed my clitoris it felt like an electric current running through my body. As if following a secret command from deep within, I splayed my legs wide open, then strained to lift my pelvis high in the air, mimicking the lurid act I had witnessed of my young tenant. As I imagined a silent whip being raised above me I slid my fingers deep inside my vagina and finger-fucked myself with relentless vigour. In no time my hips were bucking with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. As I lay there afterwards, my body glowing with a pleasant warm sweat, I drifted off to a deep and restful sleep.

When I awoke in the morning I was unsure if the whole experience had been real or a dream. But deep down I knew and I felt revolted with myself. I had not masturbated since I was an awkward teenager fantasising over some impossible love.

After two cups of very strong coffee I felt my mind settling down to its normal, well-ordered self. I checked my on-line internet bank statement and noticed that Mark and Diane?s rent had gone through, albeit two days late. A little voice in my head told me to let it go, not to worry about the late payment. But that was not my style. I don?t forgive and forget. If I let them get away with it now, they will think they can take advantage of me whenever they like. I looked at my watch. It was a little after 8.30am and I decided to phone straight away and clear up the fact that they had better not mess around with me or they would be out on the street before they knew it. I rationalised that in this case I would deal with the matter on the telephone, and forgo my usual method of fronting up in person, which was hardly surprising given what I had witnessed the previous day.

The phone rang for what seemed an eternity before a sleepy voice greeted me at the other end. It was Mark. I informed him, formally, that it was Mrs Bentley, his landlady, speaking. Mark seemed unimpressed, and said nothing

?Your rent was 2 days late? I spoke angrily

?I have paid it lady? was Mark?s belligerent response

I exploded. ?Listen here, you little fucker. The rent is to be paid on the due date, not when you feel like paying it.?

?And if I don?t?? Far from being fazed by my verbal assault, Mark almost seemed to be enjoying himself

?What?? I shouted, disbelieving that he could even think of asking me such a question

Without giving me the opportunity to answer his question he pressed on.

?Are landlords able to enter a tenants house without getting permission first?? Mark?s question was voiced with confidence and authority.

My blood ran cold. Surely he did not know I had entered their house yesterday and witnessed their sordid sexual activities. Unusually for me, I was flustered, and unsure of how to respond.

?Well??

I hung up. I was shaking with anger that he had treated me with such contempt. The cheeky little upstart. But beneath my anger I was deeply concerned by his question. Why had he asked it? Surely he couldn?t have known. There was no way they would have continued in such a brazen manner if they had known someone was watching.

Although it worried me, I eventually rationalised that it was just a silly coincidence. Nevertheless I shied away from another confrontation with the pair of them, deciding that in this case I might just make an exception and let the matter lie.?

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Trick or Treat 2 - Descent By: Enigma Sunday, November 1 My back was starting to hurt, and I had to pee. I was crouched on our kitchen floor, still clutching Sandy to me, mashing her against my ample breasts, rocking her, trying to will comfort into her chilled body. Behind me, Amy had her arms around both of us. Our tears had finally dried up, but I could tell that Sandy was still desolate, and I doubted Amy was doing much better. I knew I wasn't. And I wondered,...

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A Devils Tale: Jacqueline's descent Part OneJacqueline stared at the bruiser of a man sitting across from her at the table. He appeared to be in perfect shape and a man who took care of himself. Probably in his mid-30s but could've been much older for he had an aura of real self-confidence not the false bravado of the young. She wondered if he was some sort of professional athlete but if so she did not know him. He was the only one still in the game and she had just raised him everything she...

Ansleighs Descent

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This story owes much to My Cousin's Slave by Emma No Knickers, which is an excellent story, and one of my favourites. The start is definitely similar but I think I go in a different direction.Emma's Descent, by Bellatheslut.My name is Emma and I am 20 years old and live with my Mum after Dad left us when I was 12. He's re-married now and lives up north and I haven't seen him in a long time, but he always contributed financially, so we never struggled and were able to stay in the same house I...

The Green Door Lauras Descent

?The green door? (Laura?s Descent) This is my first story. I am not a native English speaker, so I hope you have a little patience. ?I will appreciate if you review it or send me an email with your comments. Laura was a brilliant 19 year old girl just about to enter college. Her parents died a few years ago in a car crash but she did not have money problems due to a trust fund in her name set by her parents. The trust fund was designed to directly pay for her tuition in the schools and...

Cuckolds Descent

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Eleanors Descent

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Prom Ch 02 Descent

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Cuckolds Descent

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Having studied very hard, Swati had graduated from her school with honours. Although her parents were not thrilled that she had rejected their choice of husband, they had eventually relented and she married her classmate Siva. Much to their delight, the young lovers both found jobs as IT professionals at the same company. Five years later, they arrived in America. It was supposed to be a two year contract with an option to extend if business continued to improve. In the beginning, everything...

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The Motivation Chart Saras Descent

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The Descent

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My Isekai Life in DD FireChapter 27 Isekai Life The Descent

Enna was already waiting for us by the time Ashryn and I got back to the dining room. Everyone but Katriana stared at us when we entered the room, Voss and Enna having near-identical wry smiles. “Did you have fun, kids?” Voss asked. I must have blushed, because Calliope huffed. “Anyway,” Enna remarked, “I found what I was lookin’ for. We can get into the catacombs ‘bout five blocks from the manor, and it shouldn’t take long to figure out if the catacombs meet up with the manor’s...

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The AtonementChapter 5 The Final Descent

"Hi, Barbara. This is Cheryl." Barbara's heart starting pounding when she recognized the voice on the other end of the phone. She had been expecting this call ever since John told her of Cheryl's future plans. She would panic whenever the phone rang. She spent endless hours each day thinking of things she could say that would change this bitch's mind. She vowed to herself that she would be strong and forceful when the moment came, but now that it was here, her knees began to buckle and...

Perfect WishesChapter 18 Descent

"I'm a joker... I'm a smoker... I'm a midnight toker..." I sang along cheerfully with the radio as I pulled into the driveway. I grabbed the pizzas and headed in. Just before I reached the door I stopped. Something wasn't right. It was too quiet. I couldn't sense any emotions from the house. Dropping the boxes I rushed in. "Melody! April!" I ran through the house. I found her in the kitchen. The table was on its side. There were utensils scattered on the counter and floor. There...

There and BackChapter 81 Descent

I dreamt about the movie "The Sound of Music," not a surprise given what I'd been doing when I fell asleep, but I woke to something considerably less pleasant: panicked screaming. Alistair and I were on our feet in a mere second, both of us grabbing our weapons as we rose, but then stopped in confusion when we looked around the cavern and saw no cause for alarm. Others had peeked out of their alcoves as well, and we all exchanged puzzled glances. I thought about the voice I'd heard,...

Six Of The Best

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By: PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 When Fred pulled the limo into the porn store's limited parking lot, he had to park the car straddling several parking spots. For the first time ever, I heard Fred curse. Although he did only say ‘Damn' it was still a curse word. That made me smile hearing him use such profanity. We went inside the store and saw ‘Dolph' behind the counter. He inquired about Amy. Dakota once again told him to never mind about her gal Amy. Jennifer and Tina...

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True Story, Author's infos Gender: female Age: N/A Location: N/A Posted Sun 13th of January 2013 No persons involved in sexual acts or even witnessing the same are included in this series under the age of consent. A person under the age of consent may be mentioned in passing but he or she as the case may be is only casually attached or included in this series as a casual informal non-participant in any fornication of any nature. This version was modified by Geo.Venereal as editor...

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That first kiss unleashed something in both of them that had to be addressed. Both had been neglected for so long, and had been in so much pain, that the chance to share intimacy overwhelmed their normal response to resist cheating, and the guilt both felt as they realized cheating was exactly what was about to happen. Both rationalized that, if their spouses were behaving like spouses should, neither of them would... misbehave. There was no talk... not at first, anyway. There were only more...

The Black Book Of The Nature Boy 26

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The Trespasser Returns

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Throughout the cab ride to school, and all the while he was setting his classroom in order to meet the parents; he tried his best to push last night’s dream out of his focus. Meticulously, he arranged the vase of flowers in the corner and dusted it clean. He straightened out all the desks and arranged the paraphernalia on his own desk with painstaking effort. He was in the middle of re-arranging the charts on the wall when someone interrupted. “Whoa”, came a familiar voice. It was...

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This is my first attempt at a TG story please let me know what you think. This story has an adult content and must not be viewed if under 18. DNA By Stephanie CHAPTER 1 Jim yawned and glanced at the clock, it was almost 9.00 pm. Overtime was all well and good, but he would like to get home once in a while. Across the sterile room Dr Anne Chamberlain was finishing the latest batch of samples. She looked over her shoulder just in time to see Jim yawn again. "Am I keeping you...

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Joann remained where she was on the floor, watching her son roll off her daughter. His cock, limp now, still looked exciting to her. His prick was glistening with fuck juices, and, when her daughter sat up, leaning at the headboard of her bed, she turned her eyes to those spreading legs, seeing her daughter's almost-hairless cunt seeping creamy come juice. She saw Judy's tiny clitoris, the tip poking from the sugary folds. Slowly, feeling weak, Joann stood. Her legs trembled, and she was...

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I saw him standing outside, looking in. My front door was open, and , I guessed he was selling something.He slowly began walking up my steps. I was standing about 3 feet from my door, and just came out of my shower. I decided to tease him a little, and,purposely removed my towel. I pretended not to notice him. He never rang the doorbell, he just stood there and stared. I was facing the door and squated. I acted like I was wiping a spot on the floor with my towel. I made sure my legs were...

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