Within fifteen minuets I was back in my kitchen; alone and thoughtful. I nibbled my forefinger a while and then caressed my breast, knowing that just ...cross the hall, Bradley was also alone; and probably near naked in his bed. It put me in mind of something long ago.I recalled the time my mother had left the house early one morning to take Alex to the dentist. Dad had come into my bedroom ... just after I’d taken a shower ... I was still naked and had to bend over my bed ... I’d gasped as his. You contemplate going downstairs and trying to explain who you are, but every mental runthrough of that situation in your head is beyond awkward, so you wait. You hear the man talking to someone on the phone, and you deduce that the man is your mother’s boyfriend, maybe husband, and that your mom will be home very late from work. The man seems disappointed, makes a comment about being disappointed about their plans being cancelled, but acquiesces and hangs up. You stay there, not sure what to. His cock bulged against the bite of the needles as they faced the stark building within which Court was held, and the Officiator pointed to the open fronted rooms two stories up; there shackles and the various furniture of torture were on display, a thin guard rail the only obstruction to those women who would flock to the banked vantage points below, to watch males being broken pre-trial. Further above that floor swinging on gibbets, were three cages in which bound and naked males would spend. Even so, I could hardly believe it: here I was being hard-fucked, almost raped, by a woman who I had never seen until a few moments ago and who’s name I didn’t even know – and I was loving every pussy-pounding second of it. She was obviously my boss’s lover and live-in partner, and it looked like they had just had a row and this woman had subsequently been drinking – I could smell the wine on her breath as it brushed my cheek. It certainly released all of her inhibitions, and her taking me by.