She was outside naked.

"I … I went outside to get the mail," Jane explains hesitantly, "and then I met a men in the stairwell. He said that he lives a few floors up."

"Well, that's no problem," you say, trying to calm down your ****, "You're allowed to leave the apartment and go for a walk. I gave you some clothes for that very reason."

"Yes, but … I didn't wear them," Jane confesses, "I thought it was only a little way, so I didn't wear them."

"You … what?" you ask in shock, "You were in the stairwell completely naked? Do you know what would happen if anybody finds out about this? My landlord will kick us out and the police could arrest me."

"I thought the police know that I am here," Jane mumbles shyly while looking at the floor.

"They know that you live here but not HOW you live," you reply, giving her ass a hard slap, "and don't change the subject! What did this man do?"

"He walked over to me, smiled and then he squeezed my breasts very roughly," Jane reported, "and then he put his fingers in my pussy. He said, that I 'liked it', but I didn't. He continued until I came. I came right there in the stairwell. Then the man smiled and ordered me to clean it up. Then he left."

"So, you ignored my orders, left the apartment without a single shred of clothing, let a stranger **** you, and then you came in the stairwell?" you summarize, "I am sure he won't tell anyone, but do you know how much trouble this can get me in?"