Any way she found a table a little ways off the dance floor and relaxed with her drink. After a while one of the regulars noticed her foot was tapping...to the music and asked her to dance. She moved like a dream. Soon all the single guys, and a few of the married ones, were asking and she kept on dancing, until just before 10. At that point she declined to dance any more. Just slightly after 10 another stranger came into the place and proceeded to sit down at the end of the bar, he ordered a. "I gulp, "Y-yes, but then what are you?"Her smile returns as she approaches me and whispers in my ear, "I'm both your captor and your most craved desire."I feel her lick my cheek as she approaches, her tongue like velvet. I shiver, my pussy flooding as an uncontrollable moan escapes my lips. It's then, in the rush of my arousal, that I catch her scent. She's intoxicating."I own you now!" She sneers triumphantly. I struggle against my bonds but it's no use, I'm held tight. I glare at the. She remembered then, as the tape in her mind finally queued up and was set to play, circling back around to the elevator, remembering that the file in her hand was meant for her boss to look over. She’d muttered a curse, the work day having been over for two and a half hours already. Not to mention it was Friday. And Rachel, the senior editor, never stayed late on Fridays. Jane had raced down the hallway, hoping to catch the cleaning staff vacuuming in order to get the file onto her desk for. Feeling her nipples getting hard. A bit later she told my I must never tell anyone about us having cuddles in her bed and never about me touching her boobs. I promised I would never. I then used to jump in her bed every morning before school for a cuddle. It was great feeling her boobs. As I hit puberty, I became aware of the softness of my mother's body as she cuddled me, my face against her nylon covered breast, and my body being pressed tightly against hers.Then one night we were having a.