Kaleun's assignment

This was challenging. First, I had a story written; the continuation of "Hanging around", however it was written on Word, so the spellchecker and grammar check were on when it was written. So I wrote a new one, however it ended up being much longer than what is needed; not only that, but it ended up being way to long to be posted, so I'm going to post it in two posts. Even so, it is not finished yet. Hope you like it.



The House


Richard told me to go to The House.
"You need a harsher training than what I can provide" he said.
"But I love you" I answered
"And I love you too. That is why I cannot be as hard on you as you need. So you shall go to Mr. Roderick's house. He will continue your training"
As instructed, I quit my job yesterday. That was easy. Dead end secretarial jobs are a dime a dozen nowadays. I had no significant friends at work, and to them I told them I was going on a long trip to Nepal. I left all my credit cards, checkbook, money and documents on my desk at home. Richard has a key, and he said he would take care of it. I have with me, only what I am wearing, and precious little of that. As instructed, I am wearing a white linen sundress, with spaghetti straps that opens to a flowing knee high skirt that blows about, if there is any breeze. I have high heeled, strappy sandals on my feet. That's it. From the outside, I look like a sofisticated socialite that has somehow forgotten her purse at home. Inside I am nude, open, a slut.
Mr. Roderick's house is within walking distance of mine. It is early in a clear, warm summer morning. I think that I could very well be walking to my doom. No one knows where I am, where I am going, or when to expect me back. I do not know it myself. I could dissappear, like all those girls that I hear about on TV, and no one would even know. I trust Richard, but now, for the first time, I realize I have entrusted my life to him. If he wants me to disappear, so be it. To my surprise I feel moisture down there.
I have never met this Mr. Roderick. Never heard of him actually. Richard never talked about him. Finally, I reach the house .
The house is a 4 story mansion, separated from the street by a small garden. It looks to be about a hundred years old, made of dark red brick, with a mansard roof. I walk up four stairs and, as instructed, knock on the door. After a short time, a man opens it.
"I am Jenny K___"
He looks at me, expressionless. "You are expected, follow me"
I enter the house. It is dark and cool inside. The door opens into a marble floored foyer, with a somber yet expensive decor. A staircase opens to the foyer, as well as two doors on each side. I follow the man up the stairs.
"The girl's quarters are on the second floor. There are 6 rooms. You are assigned room 4." The stairs open to a large, open,square landing, with 6 doors, numbered, along the walls. In the landing there are shelves with books, a refrigerator, and a cabinet with bottles of liquors, glasses and such. Several easy chairs and couches are also spread around what seems to be a combination sitting room and library. The man keeps going up the stairs.
"The playroom is on the third floor. Mr. Roderick likes to torture his girls with good light" I feel a punch to my gut. I almost fall. I grab the railing to steady myself. Of course I will be tortured. Why would Richard have sent me here otherwise. I take a deep breath and continue up the stairs. The landing on the third floor is much smaller. It opens to a single, heavy, oak door. The man opens it. "I will show you the playroom. You will spend a lot of time here."
The door opens to a short, narrow corridor, and then a large salon. Large windows, on the far wall, open to the street outside. On the near wall, 4 small doors open to what I can see are small kennels.
"The windows are triple pannelled and totally soundproof. No one has ever noticed the screaming" He said this so matter of factly that I acknowleged it as if it was an everyday comment, at a social function.
A large columm occupies the center of the room. It appeares to be of marble, and has rings at different heights all around it. I did not need an explanation of its purpose. The floor, dark hardwood, has also rings embedded in it, so that they lie flat on the ground, and do not protrude above the level of the floor. There are pulleys, chains on the roof, on both sides of the columm. On the right wall, a wooden cross. On the left a wooden wheel. On the far corner I see a brazier, with charcoal and ashes in it. It is out now, but has had a fire, sometime ago. Cruel looking irons on the wall. I am shaking violently now. There is no way out. I do not believe the man would let me out, if I tried to run, and he is standing between me and the door.
"You can leave now if you want" He said. "Mr. Roderick will understand"
I look at him. I am shaking, uncontrollably. Tears come, unbidden to my eyes. My mouth is dry, a veritable desert. My other lips, however, are gushing. I can sense my wetness, I feel I can smell myself. I wonder if the man can smell my arousal. I shake my head. "No"
We step back on the landing.
"Mr. Roderick's rooms are on the fourth floor. Under no account shall any of the girls go up to the fourth floor uninvited." A pause " The penalty is termination"
"Termination, with extreme prejudice."
That's exactly what I need, a comedian.
We go back to the second floor, he opens the door to room #4 and lets me in.
"Before I leave you, Do you have any questions?"
Do I have questions; hundreds. What will happen to me? How long will I stay here? Will Richard come? Who are you? Where is Mr. Roderick?
In the end, I ask only one: Who are you?
"I am Mr. Hastings. I am Mr. Roderick's assistant, I manage his household, his staff. I am, if you want his butler, his majordomo. Wait here, someone will come"
He turns and closes the door behind him. I am left in the room, alone.
The room is small, rectangular in shape.
There is a small iron cot in the room. A thin mattress and sheets on it. It does not appear to be too confortable. There is also a chest of drawers and an armoire. Beyond the cot, a small, round bathtub, and an open space, with a hole under it. I've seen the same facilities in the Middle East, I believe it is called a Turkish toilet. You can't sit on it. Only squat. There is no door between the facilities and the room. Obviously there is to be no privacy. On the wall of the toilet, there is a shower; a hose with a nozzle at the end of it comes out from the faucet set low on the wall. I have read enough to know what the nozzle is for.
I notice the floor is tile. The door opens.
A girl comes in. She is nude, except for a red cape, fastened at her neck. She wears stilletto heeled sandals. She smiles at me.
"I am Laurie. I am the senior girl."
Laurie is a redhead, about 5 foot 5; she's got long hair, blue eyes and her breasts seem to be a size B.
She asks me to remove my clothes. I lay my dress on the bed, and take of my sandals. I stand, nude in the middle of the room. She has me go to the toilet stall, and asks me if I need to go. I actually need to, but deny it. She opens the armoire. In it, only a single red cape, like hers, and stiletto sandals, again, just like hers. They are my size. She shows them to me, but tells me not to put them on.
"In your room, you are to remain nude at all times. You only wear clothes outside your room." I nod assent. "The rooms are kept at a pleasant 75 temperature year round. It is now 11. I will come and get you for lunch at noon."
Before she leaves I ask her "Will Mr. Roderick be at lunch? How many girls are here?"
"Mr. Roderick doesn't have lunch with us. Sometimes one of us goes up to the 4th floor to have lunch with him, You probably will meet him tonight. And we are 5 girls here now. The number varies. I've never seen less than 3, and no more than 6. You will meet us all at lunch"
She picks up my clothes and sandals and leaves. There is no handle on the inside of the door. There is a keyhole, but I cannot open it. I do not have the key. I go to the toilet, and find out there is no paper. I use the hose to clean myself. There is some soap on the side, I use that. I open the drawers; they are empty. I sit on the cot and wait. Time drags on, and then the door opens and Laurie comes in. I reach for my cape but she stops me. "Not today, not on your first day; just put on your sandals" I do and follow her.

We walk down the stairs, to a dining room on the first floor. Heavy curtains block the windows. Inside, a large glass table, with 6 chairs. 3 girls, sitting around the table, their bodies, nude except for the red capes, can easily be seen through the transparent glass table. Laurie sits at the head of the table, and I sit to her left. I am completely nude. I feel embarrassed by this total nudity, when the rest of the girls are only partially covered. There is a platter of fruit on the table, white wine and cold cuts, turkey and cooked ham. Each one of us gets a croissant. A stem glass is in front of each girl. Laurie porus the wine, and introduces me.
"This is Jennny, our new girl."
"Hi Jenny"
The girls stand up in order, starting from Laurie's right, they open their capes, dropping them behind their backs.
"I am Bonnie" said the first one. A tall, blonde girl, with blue eyes, heavy breasts with large pink nipples, and a neatly trimmed blond bush. "I have been in the house for 6 months" I notice the recent whip marks on her body. Her whole front is covered with pink and red stripes. Thighs, belly and breasts, all criss crossed with angry welts. She sits down.
My stomach drops to my feet. SIX MONTHS!
"I am Coralee" said the second one, a 5 foot tall brunette, with smooth brown hair and heavier breasts. I notice that her bush is untrimmed. She also has whip marks on her body, but they seem fainter, older. "I have been in the house for 4 months"
"I am Sally" said the next, a petite girl, very fair of skin, but with long black hair and large dark eyes. Her pussy was hairless. "I have been in the house for 3 months" Old and new whip marks mix along her front.
To my surprise, Laurie also gets up, pulls her cape back, exposing her body, which also shows signs of recent whipping. " I am Laurie, as you all know, I have been in the house for 1 year"
"One year" Was all I could say.
It is hard to describe my feelings. Here is Laurie who has been here for a year. Now maybe she is Mr. Roderick's personal slave or something, but still, Bonnie has been here for 6 months. I expected a week, two at the most.
"How long do girsl stay here then?" I asked
"It depends on the girl, it depends on the master. Some girls leave soon, their training done; some girls need longer. Some (and here she gave a meaningful look at Bonnie) cannot achieve their training and need to be terminated." Bonnie, her head downcast, sobbed while eating her croissant.
"How about you"
" I have been here for a year, Mr Roderick leases me from my master. I believe that I shall stay until he finds another first girl to his satisfaction. I wish to go back to my master (her eyes fill over) but after so long, I don't even know if he will want me"
Lunch finished eventually, and after putting away the remains of the meal, we all went up to the landing on the second floor. Laurie continued my instruction on the many rules to follow.
In the morning, after breakfast we are confined to our rooms until lunch. We are responsible for the cleaning of our rooms, but not for the general areas outside our rooms. There is staff that does that, during the morning. After lunch we are free to sit on the couches, and we can read from the books in the library. I am not surprised to see that they are all erotic literature, from relatively tame pieces, like "Fanny Hill", to abominations like the "120 days of Sodom" At around 3 we are to return to our rooms and attend to our grooming. Supplies are placed in our rooms for the purpose. Then we dress again with our capes and await Mr. Roderick's pleasure. (And that of his guests if he has any).
"Mr Roderick is expected today at around 5; since it is your first day here, he'll be torturing you. He should be a long time with you; you should get ready. Drink lots of water; you don't want to get dehydrated. One or two girls will probably be around to assist or to learn." This Laurie said in the matter of fact tone of a lady making an appointment for the movies; no, that would involve at least some emotion, anticipation. She said it in the tone of someone mentioning that she would go to the cleaners to pick up her laundry.
I looked at the clock on the wall. 3:30
At 4, I am allowed into my room and told to prepare. The door is left unlocked.
I shower; there is gel and shampoo in the shower. I rapidly do my hair, and apply what little makeup is available. A thick mascara, the bottle says waterproof, so it wont run with the tears I guess. Dark red, almost garnet colored, lipstick, and that's it. Nothing else. I step to the door and check the time: 4:56, just in time. I step out on the landing, nude, shaking on my tall sandals. If I am so terrified, Why am I so moist, down there? No one else is out here, until at 4 all the girls come out, beautiful in their red capes. They sit down on the couches, and wait. I would like a shot of some of the liquor on the cabinet, but we are not allowed to serve ourselves liquor. I should have drunk more of the whitw wine at lunch.
At 4:15 Mr. Hastings comes up. He calls me, Bonnie and Coralee, and takes us up the stairs to the playroom. As we approach the playroom I find my legs getting weak, and the flutter of butterflies in my stomach approach nausea. I glance at the girls, who are preceeding me. Coralee seems somewhat nervous, but taking it all in stride. Bonnie is even worse than I am. She is openly crying, whimpering. I am sure she will fall.
Mr Hastings leads us into the playroom and kennels Bonnie in one of the cages; Coralee, he leaves standing in the room. Me, my wrists are tied together with a silk band and tied above my head to the central column, then he leaves.
I do not know how long we were left there. I was shaking with fear and anticipation; then the door opened and a man came in. I could tell it was Mr. Roderick. Coralee went to her knees inmediately, her weight on her heels, her knees wide open, her hands on them, palms upwards,slightly cupped.
I could tell he was Mr. Roderick. He is around 6 foot tall, dressed in black pants, white shirt and a dark red smoking jacket. His age, I can't tell, between 40 and 55 perhaps. His hair more salt than pepper, combed back, and a short gray goatee covering his chin. He enters the room. If he walked through a forest, he would expect the trees to move aside for him, so masterful is his stride.
He approaches me, I smell him. The aromas of strong tobacco, cigar actually, mix with rum, and a musk that I can only define as animal. Not a word. He examines me, critically. After an hour, that was actually a minute, he twirls his finger at me, I understand I am to turn, so he can see my back. I do so. I can't see him now, I can only sense him watching me, like a wolf watches a lamb. I feel like a lamb, tethered as bait for a tiger, only there is no hunter hidden in the bush to shoot the animal. I am offered as a sacrifice to the Lion God. He touches the nape of my neck, with a finger, lightly. I convulse, I am almost coming, from just one touch of his finger on my neck. His finger now traces my spine, down to its base; shudders. His hand now spreads around my cheeks, rights and left, pressing on them. I feel gushing. He moves further down; he penetrates me with one, two fingers. I am sopping wet, my breath, panting, halting. His finger touches my clit. That's it, I jump against the column, buck against his hand screaming my release. He backs off, leaves me hanging. His only word: "Excellent".

Excellent!

That was really very good!

Now, take the story and do spellcheck and grammar check. Correct your mistakes and repost the corrected version below.

The House


Richard told me to go to The House.
"You need a harsher training than what I can provide" he said.
"But I love you" I answered
"And I love you too. That is why I cannot be as hard on you as you need. So you shall go to Mr. Roderick's house. He will continue your training"

As instructed, I quit my job yesterday. That was easy. Dead end secretarial jobs are a dime a dozen nowadays. I had no significant friends at work, and to them I told them I was going on a long trip to Nepal. I left all my credit cards, checkbook, money and documents on my desk at home. Richard has a key, and he said he would take care of it. I have with me, only what I am wearing, and precious little of that. As instructed, I am wearing a white linen sundress, with spaghetti straps that opens to a flowing knee high skirt that blows about, if there is any breeze. I have high heeled, strappy sandals on my feet. That's it. From the outside, I look like a sophisticated socialite that has somehow forgotten her purse at home. Inside I am nude, open, a slut.

Mr. Roderick's house is within walking distance of mine. It is early in a clear, warm summer morning. I think that I could very well be walking to my doom. No one knows where I am, where I am going, or when to expect me back. I do not know it myself. I could disappear, like all those girls that I hear about on TV, and no one would even know. I trust Richard, but now, for the first time, I realize I have entrusted my life to him. If he wants me to disappear, so be it. To my surprise I feel moisture down there.

I have never met this Mr. Roderick. Never heard of him actually. Richard never talked about him. Finally, I reach the house.
The house is a 4 story mansion, separated from the street by a small garden. It looks to be about a hundred years old, made of dark red brick, with a mansard roof. I walk up four stairs and, as instructed, knock on the door. After a short time, a man opens it.

"I am Jenny K___"
He looks at me, expressionless. "You are expected, follow me"

I enter the house. It is dark and cool inside. The door opens into a marble floored foyer, with a somber yet expensive decor. A staircase opens to the foyer, as well as two doors on each side. I follow the man up the stairs.

"The girl’s quarters are on the second floor. There are 6 rooms. You are assigned room 4." The stairs open to a large, open, square landing, with 6 doors, numbered, along the walls. In the landing there are shelves with books, a refrigerator, and a cabinet with bottles of liquors, glasses and such. Several easy chairs and couches are also spread around what seems to be a combination sitting room and library. The man keeps going up the stairs.
"The playroom is on the third floor. Mr. Roderick likes to torture his girls with good light" I feel a punch to my gut. I almost fall. I grab the railing to steady myself. Of course I will be tortured. Why would Richard have sent me here otherwise? I take a deep breath and continue up the stairs. The landing on the third floor is much smaller. It opens to a single, heavy, oak door. The man opens it. "I will show you the playroom. You will spend a lot of time here."

The door opens to a short, narrow corridor, and then a large salon. Large windows, on the far wall, open to the street outside. On the near wall, 4 small doors open to what I can see are small kennels.
"The windows are triple-paneled and totally soundproof. No one has ever noticed the screaming" He said this so matter of factly that I acknowledged it as if it was an everyday comment, at a social function.

A large column occupies the center of the room. It appears to be of marble, and has rings at different heights all around it. I did not need an explanation of its purpose. The floor, dark hardwood, has also rings embedded in it, so that they lie flat on the ground, and do not protrude above the level of the floor. There are pulleys, chains on the roof, on both sides of the column. On the right wall, a wooden cross. On the left a wooden wheel. On the far corner I see a brazier, with charcoal and ashes in it. It is out now, but has had a fire, sometime ago. Cruel looking irons on the wall. I am shaking violently now. There is no way out. I do not believe the man would let me out, if I tried to run, and he is standing between me and the door.

"You can leave now if you want" He said. "Mr. Roderick will understand"

I look at him. I am shaking, uncontrollably. Tears come, unbidden to my eyes. My mouth is dry, a veritable desert. My other lips, however, are gushing. I can sense my wetness; I feel I can smell myself. I wonder if the man can smell my arousal. I shake my head. "No"

We step back on the landing.
"Mr. Roderick's rooms are on the fourth floor. Under no account shall any of the girls go up to the fourth floor uninvited." A pause “The penalty is termination"
"Termination, with extreme prejudice."
That's exactly what I need, a comedian.

We go back to the second floor; he opens the door to room #4 and lets me in.
"Before I leave you, do you have any questions?"
Do I have questions; hundreds. What will happen to me? How long will I stay here? Will Richard come? Who are you? Where is Mr. Roderick?
In the end, I ask only one: Who are you?
"I am Mr. Hastings. I am Mr. Roderick's assistant; I manage his household, his staff. I am, if you want his butler, his majordomo. Wait here, someone will come"
He turns and closes the door behind him. I am left in the room, alone.
The room is small, rectangular in shape.
There is a small iron cot in the room. It does not appear to be too comfortable. There is also a chest of drawers and an armoire. Beyond the cot, a small, round bathtub, and an open space, with a hole under it. I've seen the same facilities in the Middle East; I believe it is called a Turkish toilet. You can't sit on it, only squat. There is no door between the facilities and the room. Obviously there is to be no privacy. On the wall of the toilet, there is a shower; a hose with a nozzle at the end of it comes out from the faucet set low on the wall. I have read enough to know what the nozzle is for.
I notice the floor is tile. The door opens.
A girl comes in. She is nude, except for a red cape, fastened at her neck. She wears stiletto heeled sandals. She smiles at me.
"I am Laurie. I am the senior girl."
Laurie is a redhead, about 5 foot 5; she's got long hair, blue eyes and her breasts seem to be a size B.
She asks me to remove my clothes. I lay my dress on the bed, and take of my sandals. I stand, nude in the middle of the room. She has me go to the toilet stall, and asks me if I need to go. I actually need to, but deny it. She opens the armoire. In it, only a single red cape, like hers, and stiletto sandals, again, just like hers. They are my size. She shows them to me, but tells me not to put them on.
"In your room, you are to remain nude at all times. You only wear clothes outside your room." I nod assent. "The rooms are kept at a pleasant 75 temperature year round. It is now 11. I will come and get you for lunch at noon."
Before she leaves I ask her "Will Mr. Roderick be at lunch? How many girls are here?"
"Mr. Roderick doesn't have lunch with us. Sometimes one of us goes up to the 4th floor to have lunch with him, you probably will meet him tonight. And we are 5 girls here now. The number varies. I've never seen less than 3, and no more than 6. You will meet us all at lunch"
She picks up my clothes and sandals and leaves. There is no handle on the inside of the door. There is a keyhole, but I cannot open it. I do not have the key. I go to the toilet, and find out there is no paper. I use the hose to clean myself. There is some soap on the side, I use that. I open the drawers; they are empty. I sit on the cot and wait. Time drags on, and then the door opens and Laurie comes in. I reach for my cape but she stops me. "Not today, not on your first day; just put on your sandals" I do and follow her.
We walk down the stairs, to a dining room on the first floor. Heavy curtains block the windows. Inside, a large glass table, with 6 chairs. 3 girls, sitting around the table, their bodies, nude except for the red capes, can easily be seen through the transparent glass table. Laurie sits at the head of the table, and I sit to her left. I am completely nude. I feel embarrassed by this total nudity, when the rest of the girls are only partially covered. There is a platter of fruit on the table, white wine and cold cuts, turkey and cooked ham. Each one of us gets a croissant. A stem glass is in front of each girl. Laurie pours the wine, and introduces me.
"This is Jenny, our new girl."
"Hi Jenny"
The girls stand up in order, starting from Laurie's right; they open their capes, dropping them behind their backs.
"I am Bonnie" said the first one. A tall, blonde girl, with blue eyes, heavy breasts with large pink nipples, and a neatly trimmed blond bush. "I have been in the house for 6 months" I notice the recent whip marks on her body. Her whole front is covered with pink and red stripes. Thighs, belly and breasts, all criss-crossed with angry welts. She sits down.
My stomach drops to my feet. SIX MONTHS!
"I am Coralee" said the second one, a 5 foot tall brunette, with smooth brown hair and heavier breasts. I notice that her bush is untrimmed. She also has whip marks on her body, but they seem fainter, older. "I have been in the house for 4 months"
"I am Sally" said the next, a petite girl, very fair of skin, but with long black hair and large dark eyes. Her pussy was hairless. "I have been in the house for 3 months" Old and new whip marks mix along her front.
To my surprise, Laurie also gets up, pulls her cape back, exposing her body, which also shows signs of recent whipping. “I am Laurie, as you all know; I have been in the house for 1 year"
"One year" Was all I could say.
It is hard to describe my feelings. Here is Laurie who has been here for a year. Now maybe she is Mr. Roderick's personal slave or something, but still, Bonnie has been here for 6 months. I expected a week, two at the most.
"How long do girls stay here then?" I asked
"It depends on the girl, it depends on the master. Some girls leave soon, their training done; some girls need longer. Some (and here she gave a meaningful look at Bonnie) cannot achieve their training and need to be terminated." Bonnie, her head downcast, sobbed while eating her croissant.
"How about you"
“I have been here for a year; Mr. Roderick leases me from my master. I believe that I shall stay until he finds another first girl to his satisfaction. I wish to go back to my master (her eyes fill over) but after so long, I don't even know if he will want me"

Lunch finished eventually, and after putting away the remains of the meal, we all went up to the landing on the second floor. Laurie continued my instruction on the many rules to follow.
In the morning, after breakfast we are confined to our rooms until lunch. We are responsible for the cleaning of our rooms, but not for the general areas outside our rooms. There is staff that does that, during the morning. After lunch we are free to sit on the couches, and we can read from the books in the library. I am not surprised to see that they are all erotic literature, from relatively tame pieces, like "Fanny Hill", to abominations like the "120 days of Sodom" At around 3 we are to return to our rooms and attend to our grooming. Supplies are placed in our rooms for the purpose. Then we dress again with our capes and await Mr. Roderick's pleasure. (And that of his guests if he has any).
"Mr. Roderick is expected today at around 5; since it is your first day here, he'll be torturing you. He should be a long time with you; you should get ready. Drink lots of water; you don't want to get dehydrated. One or two girls will probably be around to assist or to learn." This Laurie said in the matter of fact tone of a lady making an appointment for the movies; no, that would involve at least some emotion, anticipation. She said it in the tone of someone mentioning that she would go to the cleaners to pick up her laundry.
I looked at the clock on the wall. 3:30

At 4, I am allowed into my room and told to prepare. The door is left unlocked.
I shower; there is gel and shampoo in the shower. I rapidly do my hair, and apply what little makeup is available. A thick mascara, the bottle says waterproof, so it won’t run with the tears I guess. Dark red, almost garnet colored, lipstick, and that's it. Nothing else. I step to the door and check the time: 4:56, just in time. I step out on the landing, nude, shaking on my tall sandals. If I am so terrified, why am I so moist, down there? No one else is out here, until at 4 all the girls come out, beautiful in their red capes. They sit down on the couches, and wait. I would like a shot of some of the liquor on the cabinet, but we are not allowed to serve ourselves liquor. I should have drunk more of the white wine at lunch.
At 4:15 Mr. Hastings comes up. He calls me, Bonnie and Coralee, and takes us up the stairs to the playroom. As we approach the playroom I find my legs getting weak, and the flutter of butterflies in my stomach approach nausea. I glance at the girls, who are preceding me. Coralee seems somewhat nervous, but taking it all in stride. Bonnie is even worse than I am. She is openly crying, whimpering. I am sure she will fall.
Mr. Hastings leads us into the playroom and kennels Bonnie in one of the cages; Coralee, he leaves standing in the room. Me, my wrists are tied together with a silk band and tied above my head to the central column, and then he leaves.
I do not know how long we were left there. I was shaking with fear and anticipation; then the door opened and a man came in. I could tell it was Mr. Roderick. Coralee went to her knees immediately, her weight on her heels, her knees wide open, her hands on them, palms upwards, slightly cupped.
I could tell he was Mr. Roderick. He is around 6 foot tall, dressed in black pants, white shirt and a dark red smoking jacket. His age, I can't tell, between 40 and 55 perhaps. His hair: More salt than pepper, combed back, and a short gray goatee covering his chin. He enters the room. If he walked through a forest, he would expect the trees to move aside for him, so masterful is his stride.
He approaches me, I smell him. The aromas of strong tobacco, cigar actually, mixes with rum, and a musk that I can only define as animal. Not a word. He examines me, critically. After an hour, that was actually a minute, he twirls his finger at me. I understand I am to turn, so he can see my back. I do so. I can't see him now; I can only sense him watching me, like a wolf watches a lamb. I feel like a lamb, tethered as bait for a tiger, only there is no hunter hidden in the bush to shoot the animal. I am offered as a sacrifice to the Lion God. He touches the nape of my neck, with a finger, lightly. I convulse, I am almost coming, from just one touch of his finger on my neck. His finger now traces my spine, down to its base; shudders. His hand now spreads around my cheeks, rights and left, pressing on them. I feel gushing. He moves further down; he penetrates me with one, two fingers. I am sopping wet, my breath, panting, halting. His finger touches my clit. That's it, I jump against the column, buck against his hand screaming my release. He backs off, leaves me hanging. His only word: "Excellent".





A couple of comments if I may.
I hate spellchecking. Before it came into the picture, I almost never miss-spelled anything, I was surprised at how many mistakes it picked up. I guess I get sloppy. I did leave in some "errors" where the grammar check detected "fragments", but those were placed there intentionally, so I do not consider them errors.

Thank you for looking at this.
K

Myself I rely on spellcheck. Grammar, well sometimes, I find the way I intend for the sentence to sound and how grammar is programmed are two different things. You did very well. I'm going to send you another task shortly. Thank you for being so quick on this assignment.

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