I began to reach for his pants, only to have him grab my hand, and wave his index at me, telling me no. He slowly walked backwards, taking off his jac...et and sitting down in my loft chair, just beside my bay window. The window over looked the whole city. Even for being an English whore, I still had good taste in apartments.He beckoned me over, gesturing for me to take off my dress. I reached around to my back, pulling the laces off of my corset, allowing it to be loose enough to just fall right. I didn't know if she was joking or not, but I felt a tingle deep inside.As I was undressing and getting into the bath Sheila again called out, "Shall I send Fred up now"?"Ok!" I replied, still not believing she would, although I'd purposely not locked the door.I was sat in the bath totally naked, when the door opened and in walked Fred. I was really surprised and felt myself blush, as he stood for a while, looking at my body. He knelt down, calmly took the soap and began to wash my back, which. I take a couple of steps toward the kitchen and two very strong arms wrap around me. I start to scream and he shoves some balled up cloth in my mouth. I realise it's my panties that I dropped in the hall. I was being watched. I tried to run but the jerked me back by my hair. He pulled me up against him, oh god his dick was hard and pressed up against my back. He was tall, well over 6' I'd say 6'4"/6'5" kinda tall. He stuck a piece of duct tape and covered my mouth. he starts dragging me, I'm. “I’m not letting that tosser see me naked.”“Don’t worry, I’ve been thinking, and I’ve got an idea. You know Johnson from Café Nero, the little guy who usually works weekends?”“Hmm, yeah, the one they all call ‘Big Johnson’ for some reason.”“That’s the guy. I thought it was a joke, ’cos he’s only about 5 foot 6, but he’s hung like a horse, apparently. I’ve not seen it, but Julie and Maggie both have.”Libby looked puzzled. “I always thought he was gay?”Claire shrugged. “I think he’s what they.