"hi, I'm Barbara, what's your name then?" Hi Mrs Dixon, I'm Steve" Oh Steve, call me Barbara, how are you enjoying your new job?" "It's good thanks Ba...bara, Its only temporary as I'm hoping to get into sales, ive just started renting a house so I need the money"..i said"I like your car, Michael seems proud of it" Oh, that bloody car, he cleans it all the time, he has no time for me at all, especially at weekends" Barbara replied.She was quite forthright and I was surprised as I'd never really. She struggles to close her mind and let him finish his business; maybe he will not hurt her. As the water continues it is pounding on her skin and her senses, the man continues to move within her, caressing her inside as his hands caresses her on the outside. No longer does it feel rough. Her body reacts and writhes to the motion. She is no longer a victim but a willing participant. She shifts into him, giving him deeper access and a moan escapes her lips. Quickening, the man begins to increase. It had been her plan all along to make it fit her only. And now it did. But had she wasted five years of her life?She sipped at the gin in her hand, and stared again at the machine. She could, she supposed, check the inside of the box, as long as she didn’t touch the pressure pads. She could hold the door closed, just to see if it were too claustrophobic for her. As always, Cheryl was naked in the cellar, just in case she ever built up the courage to try the machine. She knew she was fighting. As my husband drove we left the windows down and let the warm air fan my nakedness, 'Why dont you have a quickie', he teased, I laughed, retorting that I already had, when he was showering, 'I had half a wet dream, last night darling', he looked at me, encouraging me to go on, I smiled warmly as the dream unfolded and made me ache for a man, 'Yes I was nude on the towel, surrounded by men just wanking and waiting their turn', I tapered off as we started to overtake a truck, I looked at my.