A chill ran down my back as I picked up my jacket and put it back on. The outside layer was very rain resistant and its inner layers were still quite ...dry. Still I felt quite cold all of the way back to my small rooming house. I naturally assumed that I had met Vanessa's sister that last Friday night, but something kept bothering me for the rest of that night and the next day, Friday at work.At work I asked everyone I knew about the 'murder' of Vanessa Miller. Most of the guys had no idea whom. The fact that he was my dad was making me think dirty thoughts about him. Now I was just waiting for the rest of my punishment. That evening after taking a shower, I was ready to play it dirty with my dad at the dining table. Mom called us for dinner and when I went to the dining hall. I saw my dad already sitting at the dining table and mom was bringing dishes to the table. I caught Dad’s instant attention, and the reason for this was my yellow low neck top, plus I was not wearing a bra. Dad. When her back made contact with the bedpost, Irfaan grabbed both her wrists and lifted her hands above her head. He took off his tie and began tying her hands to the bedpost. Fatima gasped when she realized what he was doing. Irfaan looked deep into her eyes and asked her softly,"Fatima, do you trust me??"She simply nodded because she was so turned on by this idea, her throat had become dry, and so speaking wasn't an option."I will never hurt you baby, I promise!"Irfaan whispered ever so gently. ?Close youreyes.? ?Isn?t that myline?? I quipped. ?Not until Isay it is, and right now it is mine.? I closed myeyes as she pulled me onto the floor. "Waithere. And no peeking." I tried to scowl, but I truly was pleased to hearthe happiness in her voice. I could not hearher light steps above the music, but I soon felt her presence again. "Sitdown." I sat as sheguided me into the chair. She then placed my arms on the armrests of the chair,and kissed me again. I returned the kiss with fervor. I.