This guy obviously had money. I followed him into a large room that looked to be a study. The house was clearly a man’s domain, comfortable but lack...ng in the frills or extras a woman would bring. Lots of stone floors, leather furniture and walls flanked with row after row of books met my eye as I looked around. There was a big fire burning in the hearth and some heavy stringed classical music playing quietly in the background. Even though I didn’t recognise the melody it was comforting to have. She noticed a musty smell and thought the room must not get much fresh air. Her hand moved from the doorknob and she walked in a little further, trying to see anything in the jet black darkness that was surrounding her. She took one more step past the open door and heard a low creaking sound then a loud sound like a slap as the door slammed shut behind her. Laurel stood in total darkness and complete silence. She immediately tried to get to the door and used her hands to feel for the doorknob,. .."Please..?" I ask breathlessly, my chest heaving as you stroke my insides with an experts fingers. Heat and pressure are building up inside me and I'm squeezing around your fingers."No..." Comes your reply, just and rough and ragged as I feel. I let out a low groan, pushing back against you. "Please..." I begin soon afterwards. "Please may I come... I-I-I n-need to. Please. Please." I stutter and gasp, knowing how close I am and how I won't be able to hold off much longer. I'm denied the. He said, "I don't even know your name," and started laughing. I did know his name because he had referred to himself in the third person earlier, but the whole idea of meeting someone and fucking the way we did, without ever acknowledging one anothers' names was very hot and excillerating. We told each other our names and laughed some more.By this time, the mixture of lube and body fluids that I was laying in was starting to gross me out, so I asked if I could take a shower. He got up and.