In her mind she visualised a young nubile woman, lightly stroking her thigh. In her mind she imagined this female to have large tits even larger than ...er own and a blonde downy cover over her cunt.Now the invisible hand was stroking Abigail's stomach and working their way up towards her tits; now the imaginary fingers circled her tit flesh in ever decreasing circles until Abigail gasped as the fingers flicked her erect nipple. The entire touches were so light and yet extra sensual that Abigail. ‘Put your rucksack in the corner and sit on a desk. Now.’ I did as told, my plaid skirt sliding up my legs. My heart lurched as he locked the door and turned to face me, standing about two paces away. ‘Do you know why you are here, Miss Weston?’ ‘Yes’‘Yes WHAT?’ ‘Yes...Sir.’ I stammered. ‘Because I stole, Sir.’ ‘That’s correct, Miss Weston,’ he said coldly, his eyes boring into me. ‘And as a filthy thief, you are going to stay here until I think you have been punished enough. Do you. ”Kevin nodded and said in a gentle voice. “Ok. I think I know what you need. I need you to trust me for the next little while and go with it. I’ll stop any time you tell me too. Understand?”“Yes.”“Excuse me?” Kevin said in a stern voice that was wrapped in velvet.“Yes, Sir.”Kevin stared at her a moment then said. “You’ve had so many things going on in your life. A lot of them bad. You want somebody to take control for a little while so you can hurt and be angry without worrying that you’re not. After a while, you start moaning and writhing in your seat and tell me you are cumming. Just after you finish, I pull out my camera and take a few pictures of you with your messed up hair and sexy body on display.I tell you just to lay there with that dildo inside you, and I pump you with it for another 20 minutes or so...We then pull in at my marina. I grab your bag from the backseat, and tell you to walk to my boat. You are naked and argue, but I tell you to do it now, and you oblige, hastily.