As I wonder around the high street looking at teddy bears and balloons I realise none of this stuff is good enough. After spending the whole afternoon...looking all I have bought is a big card, but no present. In a last attempt I decide to trawl through the net looking for saucy ideas. For a giggle I decided to look through all the sexy, kinky, little dressing up outfits, briefly considering the nurse and the French maids uniform, although this is getting closer to a good present I decide that. She quieted, sobbing softly. ‘Please,’ she begged, her voice hoarse from the drugs he used to subdue her, tears streaming down her cheeks again. ‘Let me go, blind fold me. I don’t know you. I don’t know where we are. I won’t tell. I won’t call the cops. You don’t even have to take me back to my car, just put me on the side of the road somewhere. Please. Let me go.’ She looked beautiful with big tears glistening on her soft cheeks, her eyes large and luminous, thick lashes dark and spiky. He. "I'm all right, honey. Go back to whatever you were doing." But what were you doing, Mom?" I asked, trying to sound completely innocent, as I sat down on the edge of her bed. She was very tense, and from what I had seen in the split second before she yanked the covers upward, I suppose she had every right to be tense. I'd be a little uptight, too, if someone had caught me with a dildo stuffed inside my pussy -- especially if I was about to come.She didn't answer, and I knew it was time to. ..” She swallowed. “Um, this way, Steve. Your office is right this way.”I nodded my head, ideas already percolating in my mind. The door still had Mayor Wright's name in gold letters on the frosted window. Imogene opened it, her desk just to the side. The room was larger than the rest of the offices, a wide window looking out onto the front of the city hall and the bustling Founder Street running out front. The desk was sparse, a computer monitor resting on it. The desk looked old, like it had.