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of the building again, hearing a voice.
    â€˜Take her inside,’ ordered the landlord. ‘I’ll have a look around and see if I can find the other one.’
    Georgie pressed herself flat against the wall, trying to hide in the shadows. She held her breath, listening, expecting to be found at any moment. Heavy footsteps echoed around the concrete yard but she couldn’t tell in which direction they were going. Her heart was beating a violent tattoo that she felt sure was going to give her away, but after agonising seconds a door slammed and she summoned the courage to peek around the corner.
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    Bunnie stood shivering in the middle of the cellar. It wasn’t the temperature making her tremble uncontrollably; she was petrified. When both girls were spotted Bunnie had been quite unprepared, caught up in her own intense feelings with Georgie pushing up close behind her and stroking her pussy so expertly, and it had taken a critical second to pull herself back to reality and remember where she was.
    Georgie had sprinted up the steps ahead of her, and as the door to the cellar burst open two strong hands grabbed Bunnie around the waist, lifting her off her feet. She had been taken inside and thrown unceremoniously onto the cold stone floor. And now she stood eyes wide with fear, her arms folded across her bare breasts trying to distinguish the figures in the shadows.
    â€˜Well, look what the cat dragged in,’ the landlord sneered, stepping forward in the flickering candlelight. His black eyes glittered as they travelled over her dishevelled appearance. ‘What were you doing creeping around the yard? Don’t you know it’s dangerous for girls to be wandering around on their own after dark?’
    There was a snigger from a corner of the room, but it was too dingy to see who made the sound.
    â€˜I’ve lost my car keys...’ Bunnie started lamely, the first thing that popped into her head. What else could she say? The landlord regarded her for a moment.
    â€˜You know what I think,’ he said, smiling grimly. ‘I think you were spying on us.’
    â€˜No, no,’ Bunnie began to protest, but he took a step closer, cutting her short.
    â€˜And do you know what else I think? I think you enjoyed it.’
    She opened her mouth to protest, but she couldn’t. The heat rose in her cheeks as she remembered how turned on she had become watching in secret. She could feel the wet material between her legs and her hard nipples were still throbbing from their sweet torture. She prayed her arousal would not betray her. The landlord licked his lips and she had the creepy feeling that he knew exactly what she was thinking.
    â€˜Strip,’ he ordered, and Bunnie only hesitated for a second.
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    Georgie crouched under the windowsill, breathing hard, trying to summon the courage to take another peek through the window. They must have taken Bunnie inside. She had to do something; anything could be happening to her in there. Slowly she pulled herself up, peered through the glass, her heart hammering in her chest as her worst fears were confirmed. The landlord was standing with his back to the window, but Bunnie was clearly visible, pale and looking sullen, her shirt unfastened.
    Georgie stood aghast as Bunnie dropped her arms and pushed her shoulders back, letting her shirt fall to the floor. She didn’t even try to cover herself, her pert breasts quivering in the candlelight, rising and falling with every anxious breath.
    She watched Bunnie undo her belt, still gazing avidly at the landlord. What on earth was going on in there? What could they possibly be saying to Bunnie to make her strip naked? She definitely wasn’t being physically forced to, but maybe she was being threatened. But as Bunnie struggled out of her jeans she didn’t look particularly scared. Her eyes were shining and a curious smile played around her lips. She was enjoying it. The little slut was