Black sheer stockings (well, presumably stockings, he could hardly check there and then) and a fabulous pair of high heels, exactly what he would have...chosen himself, classy bar sandals. He noticed the ankle chain, the fine make up and, eventually, the look of slight worry on her face. Time for reassurance he decided.They struck up a brief and obviously nervous conversation. She had said to him when they first mooted the idea of a night in London that she would love to take the tube one time. ?Why not,? responded Amy. ?It won’t hurt you to stay there for ten minutes while I make another coffee!With those last words Amy had left, heading for the stairs, leaving me in her basement storeroom, which was now my cell. As I stated earlier, there was nothing in this cell except a made up bunk, which I now sat on, waiting for Amy to return.In the end, I spent about thirty minutes waiting for Amy to return. At one point her phone rang and I guess the call went on a little longer than. I've a good mind to file an official complaint." With a haughty sniff, Gerald walked out."I shouldn't do that if I was you, hun," cautioned the young postwoman. "You'll be putting your head on the block. The word is that management is looking to make eight of us redundant by Christmas." But that climb up to Mack's gas station is killing me."Alice fetched two mugs of tea from the vending machine and handed one to Dennis. "How'd it be if we swapped rounds? I'll do your hill climb tomorrow and you. “NO” She whined .She begged him with her eyes. “Please Sir, please don’t stop” She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to cum. He would not be convinced. Closing her eyes she let the dying sensations wash over her. Every muscle was tied in knots. Pussy tight and wet. Clit throbbing and so close to cumming it was hard to breathe. She felt something cold and slender being pushed into her hot pussy. Startled she jumped and tried to see what it was. He held her firm on the seat with his hand..