He stumbled carelessly back across to the big wooden doors, hoping and praying that in the daylight, he would be able to find some way of escaping his...prison. There was no handle on the huge wooden door, and no way of getting out. He tried everything he could, he pushed, pulled, rammed, tugged and battered but it was no good. He was definitely trapped. He felt completely hopeless. “Oh why do these things always happen to me” he thought as he fell to the floor and began to cry into his. I know she feels my hard-on in my pants as I have her over my lap. She is squirming and adjusting herself to my lap. She blushes, knowing she is being exposed. I rub her butt, now getting ready to spank her over my lap. Anticipating her spanking she looks back at me."Please spank me, I've been a bad girl." As you wish, my sweet naughty submissive." Yes, please show me you love me."I feel the warmth of her body as she lies across my lap and it feels so good. Her face turns red as she looks back. His rhythmic motion was entrancing and the feeling of pleasure continued to grow stronger with each stroke of his fingers. My thoughts wandered to the feeling of the warm water streaming down my back and then my body and my mind went numb as each loving caress took me deeper into my release. I nearly collapsed from the jolt of it and I let him continue to stroke me as my orgasm subsided and I regained control.Still entranced by the magic of his fingers, I let my tongue slowly glide me down to. They walked slowly towards the door of the building. She was unsure of herself, apparently walking across the lot seemed much different to her than walking the hallways in the hospital or in rehab.Once in Mike’s apartment, Connie released her grip on him and headed over to his easy chair. Sitting down, she closed her eyes, took a deep relaxing breath and slowly exhaled. Then, opening her eyes she looked at Mike.“Sorry for grabbing your chair, but if there was one comfortable chair in that God.