”Matt walked into his first class, where he saw Sophie and Alexis sat in their normal seats.“Matt, I-” Sophie began.“I don’t want to talk,�... Matt said, turning to leave.“Matt, please, I’m sorry!” Sophie shouted after him, before getting up to follow him.“Sophie, I really don’t want to talk!”“Matt, I’m really sorry for what happened! I made a mistake! I’m only human!”“It’s not just that though! We’re supposed to be better than those old guys who enslave people with their genies! But you were. I asked her to give me a lift as I had some plans there for the evening. She agreed easily and soon we were driving home in her Lexus.The car was comfortable and the driver looked very seductive. She was a slim 40-year-old woman and looked perfect, much younger than her real age was. Her name was Martha. We didn’t talk on the way. The radio was on and some slow music was playing.When we drove into the city the question rose where she would drop me off. I told her any place would be suitable for. It doesn’t help now that Sgt Chesterfield aka Chez drives like a maniac, speeding through red lights at 70mph. When I question her, she replies over her shoulder, “The sirens are loud enough for the fuckers to hear.”She has the same devilish grin, her eyes flare up the same way, as when I first saw her with a detonator in her hand in Shoeburyness getting her fix at a controlled explosion site. “Can’t help it, I just fucking love blowing things up.” And let me tell you, it’s not only bombs she. Finally some understanding," I said letting her breasts go and transferring my weight to my knees and letting her breathe."You, young lady, are mine from now on, so I can do whatever I want to you," I said leaning back a little and reaching her shaved pussy with my hand and she shivered in panic, "I'll fuck you and torture you for the years to come and the only thing that could spare you a little would be a good relationship with me, understand?"She did not answer; just fell into a deep and.