" The pattern was unmistakable and Olga's imagination fearfully filled in all the details. Olga was young and not entirely unpretty. Her nubile body h...d never been subjected any indignities or physical punishment of any variety. In fact, she still retained that sensitive membrane hidden inside her blond, hairy pussy that labeled her a Virgin. The screams were silent now.Olga heard disgusting laughter coming in her direction. The guards were undoubtedly coming for her. She trembled in fear and. She looked at my face and grinned.“Will you lose control of the car if I unzip you and play more directly?”“No. but people will see what you’re doing.”“I don’t care.”I thought for a moment. “Okay, then, little slave girl, lift your shirt over your tits while you play. You must keep it high before you unzip me until after I’m safely zipped.” I grinned. I didn’t care but now the stakes were more even about body parts showing.That slowed her. I didn’t say anything. There wasn’t much I could do. What to do? He was stumped. Perhaps they could smash a door? No, these were solid fire doors, designed to protect the stairwells in the event of a fire.“Won’t security come round?” She asked. Well they would, normally, but they had been reduced to a minimum by the last round of penny-pinching ‘transformation’ in the company, and this week they were reduced further by holidays. The guy on the door wouldn’t be round until 8pm at the earliest. Dick and ‘the woman’ didn’t know this, so they shared. He wrapped his self-possession around himself like a mantle and stared hard at me. I realized he was serious, he did want to do terrible things to my knickers. I was anxious about the underneath now. He paused. Not moving, only staring at me, his back straight, his shoulders firm his expression a careful smooth veneer of passive control. His voice came softly, a smooth warm caress on my frayed countenance, "Belle, minha querida, trust me, I won't hurt you. Close your eyes, relax, minha, you are.