This took my mind off of him and I started to feel myself again. The meeting went on for a couple of hours straight and we didn’t have enough time t... catch a break. Before we knew it, it was lunch time and we decided that we take a break and resume after an hour. As everyone left the room, I took a seat and relaxed a bit in a comfortable chair. I felt happy about the presentation I had done and was mentally preparing myself for the next session. I was deeply engrossed in my thoughts that I. When her hand grasped the box, she pulled it free from her bag and opened it. She only had a few cigarettes left, but she stood anyway. She walked over to the sliding glass door and opened it. Stepping out onto the small patio, the cool morning air hit her like a smack in the face. She should have probably excused herself, but she needed to get away from him to clear her head before she began to think things she swore she would never do. He was just another client, and she had to remember. Later that night I got my first thank you picture text. I jerked off starring at her ass propped up on a wedge, ankles bound and tied to a bar forcing them a foot and a half apart. She had her finger in her pussy and her face looked like she was cumming. I asked her where she took the picture, even thou I could see her pink bedding and knowing that it was her mother’s wedge and bondage. She said she gets bored and lonely when her parents are out in the garage and that she snuck into her mom’s. “I’m glad you brought it. I’m still surprised we ran into each other today.”He shook his dark, floppy hair out of his eyes. “I do run the store, so I'm in there all the time.”“But I'm not. I only go there once or twice a year.”“For your peach cobbler. You mentioned earlier.” He placed his strong, brown hand near my smaller brown hand on the door jamb. “We'll have to change that.”“We will?” I asked, intrigued.“Oh yes, we will.”I crossed my arms. “My neighborhood supermarket is right down the.