She sprawled into the room, tucking and rolling. She was dimly aware of the door shuddering heavily as she fetched up against a table leg and a shop-v...c. The rough concrete floor in this part of the shed was decidedly uncompromising. Draga sprung up, ignoring the pain. Part of her very much wanted to remain curled up in the fetal position, but the part that was too scared to do so was bigger. She was too slow. The thing would have the door open. She had no idea what she would do when she rose. But however horny I felt, I turned to the wall as she came into the shower room, as I thought this is what she would expect of her "sir", although I could feel my cock lengthening and then becoming hard and erect as soon as she stood behind me and touched my back with the sponge. After a couple of minutes, I couldn't stand it any more and turned to take her arm, and it was then that she saw my erection and went dashing from the room. I didn't see her again all that day, and at dinner time. . I want you!"She smiled again, partly in relief – but mostly with such a sense of euphoria, that for a moment her head swam. "Good ... because I want you too!"He didn't need any further encouragement it seemed, as his mouth found hers again and he kissed her hungrily.His arms went around her waist and he pulled her hard against him, letting her feel just how much he wanted her.Miranda's mouth went slack for a moment, but then he felt her smile again, against his mouth as she moved against him. Clark was in the kitchen cooking supper. Greg quickly installed the invisible 'key logger' program he had brought with him on a memory stick. The program was designed to silently log all keystrokes made by the user, and would also take periodic screen shots and then e-mail the entire package, every 5 minutes, to his e-mail address. All of this would happen in the background, without the user ever being aware.The first night was rather unremarkable, and mostly involved Stacey talking with her.