" Florence felt her stomach sink. Why wouldn't they just let her get on and talk about the important stuff? "I hope, Minister, that you can comment on...media speculation about the true nature of some of the recent trials being carried out by your department."Look straight at the camera, she thought. Be firm and clear. Let her see you are answering but don't let her divert you from what you've come to talk about. Let her have this one and a follow up question so it looks like you don't want to. I took the note I had so agonizingly written, placed it on top of the pile of clothes on the bench by the Canal, then put my handbag on top of that to keep it from blowing away. I hoped the police would find it before someone stole it.I put my hand to my neck. I felt naked, not because I wasn’t wearing any clothes, but because for the first time in many, many months, I wasn’t wearing the collar Mistress had given me.Sighing, with tears blurring my eyes, I stepped to the rail, and looked down. She smiled. “Sit in the chair so I can ride your cock while I watch Nell get used!” she said. With her back to me, she lowered herself onto my cock and started fucking me. I grabbed her tits and gently twisted her nipples. She moaned and rode me hard. I reached around and played with her clit. This really got her going and she eventually came hard on my cock. “Holy fuck! Yes! Yes! Cum up my cunt!” she yelled. I thought, what a mouth for a teenage girl. I shot spurt after spurt up her tight. I slumped back into the big, plush armchair and decided to rest my eyes...I awoke about an hour and a half later, my eyes blurred, and my mouth a bit dry. Sitting on the couch opposite me, was old Jim, our next door neighbour. Jim had recently retired, and spent most of his days either in his garden, or if the weather was inclement, in the shed at the bottom of his garden. As my bleary eyes adjusted to the mood lighting of the room, I couldn't help noticing my neighbour slowly stroking an.