He heard the door open andglanced over. He whimpered into the gag. She was carrying a black medicalbag. He started to cry a bit. He knew this was not ...oing to be good. Sheclicked over to the work bench and set down her bag. He couldn't turn hishead to see what she was doing but knew she was taking things out thatwere going to cause him a great deal of discomfort. She walked in front of him and knelt down. He looked at her. She had greying hair in a tight bun on the top of her head. As she was. I didn't understand why. She may have been a bitch, but she was indeed attractive. Maybe she hadn't had those words spoken to her in a long time, although I found that hard to believe. And even if she stood for everything I despised — I couldn't lie. After running a hand through her hair, she produced a wry smile. "Well, young Liam, you certainly don't mince your words, do you?" She walked toward me, her gaze never wavering. "Are there any cashpoints around here?" she asked, moving slowly. This may not be until I was twenty-one, when I legally became an adult. It was a difficult journey. I was not used to travelling alone and had to take the train from Scotland to London, an omnibus across London from Euston to Liverpool Street, and another train from Liverpool Street to Ipswich where my 'aunt' had promised to arrange someone to meet me. I travelled on the night train from Scotland, sleeping fitfully in the dimly lit compartment. It was a slow train, stopping many times. I. I felt a throbbing beginning down at the base of his tool so I pulled away quickly before he could slam me onto his cock again. ‘Wait, wait, you must give me proper treatment!’ I said as I climbed onto the gurney with him, planting one knee on either side of him I lowered myself down just so his cock head was at the opening of my dripping cunt. ‘This is what I need, I need you in me, fucking me hard’ And with that he pulled me onto him, his hardness shoving straight into me. He watched as I.