She didn’t say anything I said stop the bike under that tree, this rain won’t stop now. She said ok and I grabbed this opportunity to introduce th... erotic part of imagination. I continued narrating my imagination to her,I- I’m sitting behind you and I’m very close to you. My face is near your neck and your aroma of your hair is so intoxicating me that I’m forgetting everything.She – do you like it now. You can learn little forward and smell it properly.I- thank you. Now, I have pulled your hair. My knees were spread as far as the ankle chain would let them and my hands still cuffed tight behind me. I looked up at him wondering what he was going to do. He thumbed through the papers and pulled one out. "So, you are from 182 Sunshine Street?" Yes." I replied softly, almost submissively.He paused and looked down at me with that angry expression again. "That's 'Yes, Sir' to you, Faggot."My eyes widened "Yes . . . Sir." I see you are one of those trust fund faggots. Is that correct?"It was. She rarely asked me to accompany her and that didn’t make me feel bad at all. So what was this all about?Lucy smirked again and shook her tits as teasers. “I’ve known for a long time that she spends as much time fucking my father as visiting with her mom when she goes on those trips. Hasn’t she been honest with you?”No, she hadn’t! I kind of wondered why she was in such a good mood and not as horny as I would’ve expected after us being apart, considering how much she liked to fuck me. Was this. Her room was all pink and lacey with stuffed toys on the bed.The house was a big rambling place with high ceilings and polished boards on the floor, heavy rugs were scattered about the place. I'd already been in the living room and kitchen so I moved on into the lounge room, a bay window overlooked the gardens, there was a huge fireplace with heavy fire irons, the fire was laid and ready to be lit. A locked door in one wall caught my attention, it was a heavy door with a Yale lock and an older.