Kindly mail your responses at So that I can write more stories in a way you may like. Coming to the story it was a windy day when I was carrying some ...econd handbooks to my room from a market.There are so many books that I couldn’t see anyone coming straight towards me. I just hit someone coming in my way. My books were fallen all over the ground. The one I hit was a woman in her early 30’s and carrying some luggage. As a matter of fact even her luggage has fallen. I could see her face. She was. Waiting for things to settle she looked around. The last memory she had was accosting two bank robbers, one of them had sprayed something pungent in her face and then ... nothing.She was seated on a standard wooden chair in a large nondescript room, about 30 feet across. Her chair was positioned within a blue box painted on the floor about 10x10, which also contained in the center what looked like a recliner set into a large base with very obvious restraints at the ankles and on armrests.. Sandra looked as if she had never heard of sex, not even the word.Lifting her hand, Joyce crooked her finger at the girl. "Come over here, Sandra," she said in a quiet voice."Sandra approached. There was no fear on her sweet, innocent face. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle with an inner mischief. She came to stand near Joyce's knees, but her eyes were now fixed upon Bobby's still-exposed cock."How long have you been standing there, Sandra?" Joyce asked, her voice still quiet. "What did you. Can you please come pick me up? It is so dark. I'll do anything to make it up to you,” your voice breaks as you plead.“I'll be there shortly. Lock your doors and you should be OK.” I say as I hangup abruptly. Sliding on my shoes and pants, I'm raging on the inside. “She knows better than to risk this, calling me at this hour when my wife is home.”A half hour later you see lights in your rear-view mirror and your heart pounds. You know I'm pissed and you half hope that it is some stranger trying.