I got the idea when Lisa and I were fooling around at her house. Remember? I told myself that if sex felt that good she could lock me up in her baseme...t and play with me whenever she wanted. That little stray thought was the start of it. I began to wonder, what would it be like to be a real prisoner? To be tied up so I couldn’t move, and gagged so I couldn’t talk, and I couldn’t stop anybody from doing what they wanted to me?This was something really to be ashamed of, because I was sure no one. Fortunately there was nothing to upset my apple cart. I sent out six emails to clients making recommendations before I closed up the computer. I thought about calling Kay but decided to send her a text instead; I didn't want to affect her work day by interrupting her. I picked up the phone and called Ian's office. When I identified myself to his secretary she asked me to hold, Mister Thompson was waiting on my call."Rob, you must be good or you must need the work. Which is it?" Excuse. She’s going to suffer from it and so are you.” The blonde girl was snivelling by now, glancing back and forth between Mac and her friend like she was lost in a nightmare. “Feeling sorry for yourself, Blondie?” Snarling fury, the like of which he had never known, fuelled his words and dampened all compassion. “Well maybe you should have thought of that before you broke into someone else’s house. Do the words ‘prisonable offence’ mean anything to you?” They both stared up at him, the bombshell. I was amazed at it's glory and was pleased to know it wasnt a hairy mess. Don't get me wrong I love hair on a man but the gentials I prefer clean shaven or at least trimmed down. Well I grabbed it and held the shaft with my right hand and closed my eyes and opened my mouth and sucked the head of it to see what I have been missing. I was in aww at how sweet and soft yet hard it was in my mouth and the sweetness of the pre cum made it all so much more pleasing. I had already cum and was starting.