Seduction by Torture

The woman smiled back, lazily raising the hem of her polo shirt to scratch her belly – revealing part of a tattoo, the body of a powerful, rather phallic snake. "Oh fine thanks, Mr Wardlaw. The only problem is that my digs are only short-term, I need to find somewhere more permanent to stay."

Before her conscious mind could react, Helen heard her voice saying "Well, I've got plenty of spare room. Why don't you come and, er, hook up with me?"

As Madam Shirley smiled like a cat which had just discovered an ocean of cream, Helen felt her knees go weak, and her sensible knickers adhere to her suddenly wet cunt, in anticipation of the nights ahead of her.