Now that she had her very own 'haint' to talk to, she couldn't get enough. At least a couple of times a week, I'd arrive home from the lab to find her... in my kitchen sipping tea and gossiping with Annie about everything that had happened in the neighborhood and the rest of the world since she died. The old lady's worldview was interesting to say the least. About President Obama, she said, "Oh, he a smaht man, a real smaht man. He jess ain' black 'nuff."Daisy had an insatiable curiosity about. I planned to leave once I had my tea. This was the first time I was alone with Shivani. Whilst I did not have any intentions to make a move some things are written by fate itself.“Thank God I also cooked for mom, or the food would have run out. I think you take a particular liking into my food.”“The pasta was amazing, aunty has certainly taught you well.”” Yeah, she most certainly has. Anyway, when are you leaving?”“I was going to make a cup of tea or maybe a coffee then I’ll be on my way,. This time however, Mike wasn't fooling around for fun. He was pissed and wanted to let me know it. Grabbing some rope from the top shelf he spread my arms and tied my right arm to the top left bolt. He was using many more turns of rope than he normally did but I didn't find out why until later. After my right arm was secure he proceeded to do the same with my left, fastening it to the other side of the door. I was stretched pretty tightly and complained about it... well whined about it is. I just couldn’t. I knew he’d be imagining me, imagining what I was doing and he knows just how loud I am, so I couldn’t disappoint him. I closed my eyes and started to imagine that night, that amazing night. I was shocked to see him stood there watching me, but secretly it was turning me on, exciting. The thought of him watching me made me wild. He greeted me by stroking my pussy, lovingly and slowly but then he slid two fingers into me. It felt amazing but it was a shock. How I wished he could.