Welcome to your new home honey. This is the place where I steal your future from you. And probably end your life. Now, let's get you out of the car an... into the studio. I have some new equipment I'm eager to try out." I've brought dozens of boys to my secret hide away. It's an old warehouse downtown. I had my first husband buy it for me before he had his fatal 'accident'. The building is an old two story brick structure on the edge of town. It's a plain building and it has its own fenced off. Well the trip was very uneventful and we arrived about half an hour early, all the Ladies where rushing off to the main gate, except Mrs Smith, she just got out and then said to me, “ I hope you don’t get to borred today! Will you be with the car all day?” “ Yes!” I replyed. Then I watched as she went off to catch up with the others. Well It was a lovely day and I had to take my Jacket off with some other things, I slipped into the airconditioned back of the limo and settled down for a sleep. It was still wet. I leaned down and sniffed, OMG, she smelled amazing. I was just about to hop on when I realized I wasn’t alone. She had gone to get her towel and came back in to wipe the seat off. I was fucking busted!She was standing there staring at me while I rubbed the horn of the seat with one hand while the other was pressed against my pussy. There was no way to explain it away. She would have to be brain-dead not to realize what I was doing. She paused without saying anything, then she. Hey, that idea doesn't sound too bad. Let's file that one away for later. My writing is a super intelligent process.So feel free to weigh in, most Constructive Reader, let me know what you do and don't like. Shoot me any ideas or directions you might have. They have certainly helped in the past and I welcome the interaction.Full disclosure; I am considering moving some of my writing to other online platforms. All open-access and free-to-read, of course. The stories published here will be my.