"Shhh. Don't speak before I allow you, my dear. " she replied."Now be a good gentleman and allow me to put these bracelets and necklace on you. It's a...free gift after all."Her words were condescending, but sexy nonetheless. Still confused from the situation and aware of the rope still wrapping my hands together I allowed her. "... okay?" I said.Two tight metal bracelets were clicked together on my arms as the mysterious woman's breath was tickling my ears. She moved closer and I could feel a. The police did ask me if I wanted to charge Fiona with assaulting me as well, as it had fallen to me to calm her down in the end and I hadn't gotten away completely unscathed. Actually when she saw it was me she was fighting with, Fiona fainted, probably because she realised the bubble was about to burst.Anyway Bridget was charged with GBH on her husband as well. Fiona and I divorced pretty quickly, although the arguments over maintenance slowed things down a bit and the paternity case went on. As I was driving down Parish Rd. I found that I couldn't keep her out of my mind, I kept thinking about eyes, her lips, or her lips on my dick, her hands stroking my shaft begging for me to fuck her. God I needed to get off, and bad. The stop-and-go traffic was definitely not what I needed at that point. I got home however, safe and sound. The voice of Cap, my dog, singing greeting praises in my ear. No time for that I thought, I needed to let go and I needed it now. Taking the stairs 2 at a. That meant he had to, as the one working from home, get the whole cast and crew drumming their boots out the door by at least seven thirty.It never proved to be the case. In fact, leaving between the half-hour and seven forty-five was the norm rather than the exception. This was one of his frustrations.Traffic grew notoriously heavier on the bypass by the minute, despite the fact that his wife was cautious with the children in the car.Eventually, by seven thirty-five, with a final kiss, they.