Would he look at awkwardly, unused to giving affection and unsure of how to proceed? Or would he give her to tutorial gaze, asking what she’d learne... from her day outside, and proposing an inquiry for her to pursue the next day? He sat at his scriptorium, making notes from an ancient tome, lost in thought. His hand was a blur and the sound of his quill like a small insect struggling to escape a box. ‘Did you have a nice day?’ he asked, not looking up. ‘Yes, Master. You?’ ‘Productive. Is. .. 1. He had always fancied her, and 2. he was the only family member who knew about what we did. He found out through someone else who wasn't discreet and by sheer bad luck there was a connection to him. Luckily he kept it to himself, it gave him the chance to have pervy conversation with me about his fantasies.Anyway .... After playing squash one evening, we went for our usual pint. The talk always turned to sex, he liked to ask me about Elaine and who had fucked her recently etc., and he. One I was pretty late, it was around 6 pm and I took a bus to home. At the time it was pretty empty only seats were filled, I was the only one standing but then there was a busy stand and the bus was jam packed in matter of a minute and I was pushed from the rear gate to the middle corner part of the new DTC bus. I was pretty much cornered because of the crowd but I didn’t mind as I was to get off at the last stop. After 10 minutes or so I noticed someone rubbing my thighs. I noticed a hand. I always make her work for it, but still she has that fire in her eye.You see, she's convinced that she's special. The whole world has told her so, and of course she knows I kidnapped her because of it. She knows every red-blooded heterosexual male wants to do to her what I'm doing now, and she's waiting for every last one of them to break down my door. She has money, and money hires people. She believes in the manhunt that must be scouring every inch of this state to track us down.Let's chain.