I could hear her footsteps crossing the hardfloor, her heels tapping a foreboding tattoo across the tiles. The doorcreaked slightly as it opened. Then...more footsteps, fading as she walkedaway until they were abruptly cut off by the clunk of the door closing.For some reason this woman had come into my life, imprisoned me,threatened me and yet I hadn't even seen her face.Chapter 3The brain is a terrible instrument for the self-infliction of torture.My captor, Ms. Davenport, had quite happily told. She had worn tight pant n fact it was women formals the curves her panty very clearly visible. And i cud as well peek thru her shirt buttons gap to see that deep holed fleshy white naval…around 1.30 pm the whole thing was over. I offered her the cool drinks and snacks I was having beside me both for formality and to spend some more time with her. She accepted. Meanwhile I went to my system and told her that the verdict is out and it is one sided and that there are riots everywhere( u know i. "I'm gay, Derrick," Rico began. "I first saw you at a gay bar three months ago. You walked in and walked right back out when you noticed what kind of bar it was. You fasinated me for some reason. I thought it was because you were black, so I started indulging myself with a multitude of black men, but I could never get you out of my mind. So I told the boys to tail you. During this time I've discovered three things. You're a hearbreaking womaniser, you're a committment-phobe and you have two. .I waited and heard a toot of the car horn..I crept out so as not to wake s*s and parents..I was shaking with nervouse excitement.. 'Hi Babe' he greeted me... I said Hello' as I slid in beside him..it was warm inside the car I didn't know before but now I could see he was a hunk of a black guy and I couldn't take my eyes from his body.It took no time at all to reach his home.Parked up wasting no time we kissed.my hand straight to his cock again,his to my breasts.I was very horny,more than I had.