The urgency was palpable. We were flying high on the danger and our narrow escape. There was no stopping us now. Soon, the windows were fogged...over, and a moist heat filled the small space where we lay, tangled in each others arms, mouths, and half-on-half-off clothing. I pulled away from him and repositioned my knees in the passenger seat. His groans of protest lasted only a moment, as I reached for his belt, and released his throbbing cock. It sprang out of its prison and. .....Each stroke of her leather boots, running along my hard prick, I groaned each time with relief written all over my face that she had finally rubbed them on my cock, I could feel my cum building, " slow down, I want to milk you dry " as she lowered her boots my face visibly dropped in anguish.Walking around to her desk she pulled a drawer open, pulling a pair of gloves out she slowly eased them over her svelte like hands, teasing them over her fingers, her hand pushed me forward bending me. I know you love me. I can feel it every time you look at me, every time you touch me.’ Nic grabbed her by both of her arms, ‘Look me in the eyes, and tell me that you don’t love me,’ he demanded. She knew she was lying, but composed herself, and looked him dead on. She fought his eyes, fought the spell they normally put her under, and did an Academy Award acting job. ‘I don’t love you. Now, please let go of me and leave.’ Nic stood there stunned. He didn’t see the love and haziness that faded. The next day was a Saturday, so I joined the usual crowds of tourists and shoppers in the Strand at 3pm, as close to where I had been as I could remember. The clock ticked on and nothing happened. Was the Japanese guy playing with me? I could only hope not. On Sunday, I was back there, at ten minutes to the hour, and stood like a statue while the mass of people surged around me. Then “it” hit again, exactly as it had before, and I ended up in either the same or similar room to where I had been.