I, however, intend to do so in this one.”Lady Catherine strode over to the door and turned the key. Then, slapping the riding-whip repeatedly agains... her thigh, she walked over to Mr Collins, who was still sniffling on the floor.“Take your clothes off, Collins,” she said calmly, as if instructing her maid to remove the tea tray.“I, I beg your pardon, your Ladyship. Surely you don’t mean…”“Of course I mean it, you nincompoop. Would I say it if I didn’t mean it? Take off your clothes. All of. I was in a holding cell and I cursed, “Not again!”The memory of my last time stuck in a holding cell was still fresh; even though it happened almost three years ago.This prison cell had the shape of an inverted half pipe that was set like an alcove into a metal wall. I estimated it to be about four meters tall three meters deep and perhaps also three wide. There was no bed, no bunk, no hygiene unit, nothing. The front of the cell appeared unobstructed, no bars or barriers of any kind. Only at. She laughed, a sound so thick with seduction I started to get wet instantly. Then she winked, grabbed my hand and led me away from the crowd towards the forest that surrounded the concert grounds. I didnt know whether my heart was trashing in my chest because of the wild music or because she looked even sexier from behind, glancing back at me with those dreamy eyes and biting her lip whenever she caught my stare. When we reached the first trees she pushed me against the nearest trunk and bit. It was exciting him watching; watching the other man touching the woman. It wasn’t just that which excited him it was also the fact that the woman was his wife and the man was her lover. The man sighed again and shifted slightly as her hand moved to her lover’s cock. He watched her fingers running along the latex covering; running from the teat that gathered around the tip down to the rim that rested near the bottom of the shaft. Though the condom was at full stretch it wasn’t quite big.