My sexual prison. I arrived to my house and discovered it was dark no lights inside, not even a porch light left on for me. What a fucking bastard! I ...at in the drive way just thinking of what I was going to do. I thought of how much I hated him at the moment because he would not be fucking me tonight. My thoughts quickly turned from anger to thoughts of fucking and to the thoughts of the stranger I met earlier. I started thinking of where he was and what he was doing and how big his dick was.. Because of where that might lead. Because he’d clearly enjoyed taking the stockings off of her all those years ago. She probably shouldn’t go. She should call him and give an excuse. God knows he’d never had a problem calling her and giving her an excuse at the eleventh hour. Something had happened to break it up without affecting her too deeply. She should take time to try to dredge up what that was. But she already was late for the meeting. The last thing she did was check her purse to make. I let my hands work their way down her back and then gently turned her a bit to the side. I bent my knees slightly and scooped her up off the floor and into my arms. We continued to kiss as I carried her to the bed and gently lay her down. “Perfect. Now, take of your clothes. Everything except your underwear.” I did as I was told and took of my shirt and pants. I started to just drop them on the floor. I hesitated. I looked at Ms. Betty and she pointed to a chair by make up table. I folded my. Mr Walker smiled as she closed the door quietly behind her. “That’s a special young woman,” he thought to himself. “She’s keen, bright and responsible; well worth spending £1,200 on.”Grace floated back to her own office. She was thrilled at Mr Walker’s support and enthusiasm for her wanting to be able to drive artics. She had not really thought her motives through before but now realised that it had not just been a wish to drive one of those monsters but a reminder from her army days that the.