She had been sent here to prepare for her punishment. To think over what she had done. She had done that. There is only so much thinking about one top...c one can do before the boredom sets in and your mind starts to wander. It had been a long time since she had been punished by Uncle Mike. In fact it had been years. She was too old to be treated this way and she would tell him so. As the time stretched into what felt like eternity her mind drifted back into the past and she remembered... She. Just the grip on my hips, the furious bounce he made me do in his lap that rolled my eyes back. He scooped me up and slid me back down, over and over making me moan wildly. My head bobbed up and down and my tits jiggled around. He watched every move I made and that made me really wet. He stared so intently that I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the holes he burnt into me! I couldnt HIDE anything. He saw the pleasure, the sweat, the violation. Everything was in full view. If I shook my head. Later on towards the end of the night i was waiting for a taxi when the guy that had been checking me out was walking towards me we locked eyes and we both new something was to happen, after a little chatting and flirting we shared a taxi back to his place for a "coffee" As i went into his apartment my eyes fixed firm on his tight bum he turned and i could see quite a nice bulge in his jeans, maybe he was already excited for me, we didnt waste any time we kissed softly before it got more. He told me who you were and gave me your number. Would you like to talk to him?’ ‘Yes, I would. I’ve got a lot to talk to him about. He went off with my mobile phone last….’ I stopped speaking. What the hell was I talking about? I was talking to Sheila Monroe on my bloody mobile phone. But last night I gave it to the old bugger to call the fire brigade with and after I came out of that burning house, I never saw the old guy again. How the hell did I get my phone back? How the hell did he know.