Moving my right hand to the back of her calf and slowly deliberately, ever so slowly moving my hand up the back of her long leg, along her silky sheer...black stockings feeling the patented stocking tops. Stopping for a moment feeling and exploring the softness of her panties. Grabbing a handful of her right but cheek tightly. My left hand moving upwards in a python like manner, my breath getting considerably heavier, pulling her ever closer, she lets out a whimper and bites her lip. Time seems. "What do you look like?" "I am five foot six. 120 pounds. Short blonde hair, blue eyes." I felt like I had a five foot six boner in my pants. "I'm a brunette. Five five, 110 pounds. Brown eyes." Sounded good and half of it was true. I was a brown-eyed brunette. "I keep thinking about you." "I keep thinking about you too." She had no idea how true that was. "Walters, is that new contract draft ready yet?" Oh shit, speaking of boners, it was my boss. I hit the F9 key again. "Should have it within. " Nice chap," said the man. "Played golf with him a time or two. My name's Hugo Arbuthnot and my wife Rosemary." Have you lived at Millington long?" Well, we bought the house thirty years ago but, while I was still serving, only had two three-year spells in it. We've been in it solidly, of course, since I retired fifteen years ago. Suits us very well. I've got my shooting and golf and Rosemary's got her choir in Pitsbury, theatre at Southampton and bridge at the golf club." Sounds ideal." It. In this case, I'd made sure the dome lights wouldn't come on when the doors were opened, and I'd kept the forward bench seat in, with the back folded down over the bottom. I quickly used some previously positioned wide zip ties to bind her wrists in front of her, then secured them with a short bungee cord to an anchor point at the base of the seat, so she was on her knees on the floor and forced to lay over the seat.I then reached into my pocket and pulled out the panties I'd had her remove.