It was now closed, and as I put my hand on the knob, it felt warm to the touch. I mustered up all my courage and swung the door open. I was greeted wi...h a cold blast of air. There was no one in the room, but there was a box of personal items in the far corner. Deciding to investigate, I walked to it, leaving the door open behind me, in case someone jumped out at me. As I looked at the content of the box, I noticed that it was all older stuff, from at least the eighties, maybe even earlier.. Are you ok?" Tracy took a moment to run her hands over her body, she ran her index finger over her pussy coming away with some of my spent sperm on her finger. I was wondering why she wasn't crying for the police but I was afraid to ask. "I'm fine Bart, you didn't hurt me." I'm glad to hear that," I said feeling a little better but not by much. "I'll call the police and you can tell them that I raped you." My husband never took me like that," Tracy said softly. "You didn't rape me Bart, I knew. ." "You don't know a hardride or real teasing cunt, but I'll still give you what you need." he saidsarcastically. He began riding me, and slowly the pain subsided only to bereplaced by the most intense fullness... when he was out I felt like ashell, empty to my core. When he was in me, I felt complete, totally at hismercy. I was enthralled. I was his, to do with what he pleased. After a fewminutes we rolled onto our sides, nestled against him, I almost bent in halftrying to get him deeper and. Do you want to meet for lunch today? I can catch a bus into the Quay, meet you somewhere? We can catch up.”We set a time and place, we would meet just in front of Customs House, around twelve-fifteen. I told her we could grab a bite at the Paragon Hotel, just across the street from there. So, at the appointed time, I was waiting for her; I saw her get off a bus, and walk towards me. She looked almost the same as she did a few months earlier; she ran up the last few metres, put her arms around.