He was the very definition of a nerdy introvert. He was an accountantfor heaven sake, as far away from her liberal arts major as you can get.If she h...dn't taken the initiative, they never would have gotteninvolved. She had ducked into the library on a Friday night on her wayto a frat party to get out of the cold and grab a cup of coffee in thesnack bar to warm up.She passed a table with an androgynous looking lad lost in his studies.He was so unlike her normal dating material that her first. Jackson drove up Elm Street looking at the addresses painted on the curbing until he came to 1138. He parked his car and grabbed his demonstration kit and walked up and rang the doorbell and waited. A few minutes went by and he rang the doorbell again, this time with a little more urgency, and still he waited. Then he heard what sounded like footsteps and the door opened a few inches and there stood... he looked down at the 3x5 card... Mrs. Emily Wilson."Mrs. Wilson my name is Jackson Conner. ” As his green eyes met mine, I could see a hunger in them as he saw me for the first time. Drinking every inch of me in, I felt powerful. I looked at the shackles that hung from the ceiling and back to him; he knew what was to come, he rose from his knees tentatively wondering if he would pay with a flogging for this move without being told. I would allow it, for now. He walked over to the shackles, his semi hard dick bouncing as he walking and he strapped himself into the cuffs. When I. "Hasta la vista, senor."It was a blisteringly hot afternoon. The sort you often encounter on the Spanish costas in mid-September. The golden sands were shimmering in the heat haze and, as far I could discern, there were precious few shady spots. A handful of middle-aged naturists, wearing broad-brimmed sun hats, were walking disconsolately up and down along the shoreline. 'No sign of hot action at this hour,' I thought.Under a small stand of conifers, I dumped my bag and stripped off. Should I.