I am Swamy the branch manager. I noticed you in the bank and have been wanting to fuck you ever since. I could not believe my luck when I knew it was ...you.You are so hot.” I am speechless as he pulls my skull cap to let my hair down. Ok, so I have never seen him before as my interactions have always been with the counter where I deposit cheques with a Mr. Reddy, a 48-year-old slim athletic man who always greets me with an extra smile.Swamy probably sits inside the executive cabin. He pulls me. An old woman dressed in rags and covered in cankers hurried into the room through a doorway you hadn't noticed before, slapped the sides of her head in frustration, and cursed: "Oh, you insolent little..!" The look on her face clearly told that you're in big trouble.The grandma realized which particular piece of equipment you sabotaged and became even more furious: "DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!?" -The hag screamed with a wavering, shrill tone, and stomped her foot- "It's too late to save. Dinsmore."I rolled her face down, pulled her wrists behind her, and handcuffed her. I handcuffed her ankles, slipped a rope around those cuffs and attached it to her wrists, drawing her legs up so she couldn't kick. I propped her up against the pillows in the back of the van."I'm going to administer an antidote now. It'll take a few minutes to work. When you can speak again, I want to talk to you, but no screaming or fighting. It's counterproductive."I injected the dose into her thigh and sat. And my curiosity was piqued.I wasn't sure if I would actually engage in their sexualactivities, and I wasn't even sure if actual sex was on theagenda. Maybe this would be kind of like a book-signingparty or something. Lots of talk and congratulations and thelike.Today is the day. Before I left home, I put on a long backdress, velveteen lined with satin. It has spaghetti strapsand it goes down to my ankles, with slits up each side thatreach halfway up my thighs. I never wear a bra, and the.