We exchanged email ID’s and Contact numbers. When her bus stop arrived she came got up and as the leg space was minimal when she was coming out I gr...bbed her ass and acted unintentional. (I want to gave her doggy style at that very moment).Finally when one fine day she called me and was enquiring about the work culture in my company and I asked her to meet me in a cafe so I could detail her and also I wanted a chance to impress her.We met at a cafe. She was wearing White Formal Shirt and Pink. Turtles nudged it, carp sucked it and spat it out.The smaller canals became the home of frogs, turtles, fish and the businesses or playgrounds of boaters; sculls, rowboats, sand sellers, freshwater clam diggers, fishers.The abandoned canals had their lock gates and machinery removed or left open if it was too old to be used elsewhere.The years passed. What was new in 1888 became shopworn in 1900 and the shopworn became weed and trash infested by 1913.The war! The canals became supremely. The two girls with Pervert's laptop (showing him in his wank-room with all his dirty mags) and the worship sheet he's given themphoto of the spunk-stain the girls made him put on his underpants which he sent to them afterwards - Miss Leigh says She laughed out loudMiss Leigh tells Wanker what She thinks of him - lovely!Miss Leigh and Miss Velvetina complete their assessment of Wanker - and yes he did send Her a video and photos of his wet patchI love the guilt and shame and humiliation being. Truth to be told, he wasn’t expecting to be held hostage the whole weekend – he anticipated a nice Friday evening ass worship, maybe a sleepover and a nice breakfast, but whole weekend? He was in for one hell of a ride, and he almost came right there and then, still in his business suit, at the very thought of being locked and instructed to beg for her attention for more than two days.They started with simple things: he was tied up, naked on the bed, while she would tease him, calling him.