Later that evening around 6 or 7 my letterbox was rattled and I lived in a ‘tower block’ which had elevators and stairways – the ‘front’ sta...rs were often used but the ‘backstairs’ were very rarely used by any individuals but neither of us were comfortable with using these, so we walked a few hundred yards to the other ‘tower blocks’ which were reserved for the more ‘senior’ members of our society. Knowing that these ‘flats’ would be quiet we went in the elevator and to the back stairs (back. It was a genuine accident) and you came to catch me and fell on top of me. I could feel your hard cock pressing against my cunt. When you moved I knew you would also like to fuck me. Well rest you know. I just helped a bit in case you still felt hesitant to take the initiative’. Her story gave me an erection and we had another very satisfying fuck. We rested for a while then I asked her to suck my cock. She immediately took my cock in her mouth and started to suck it. She was good. She knew. “ ... John thinks I should talk to you.”“ ... Whenever.”“ ... OK.”She went to John.“He’s coming tomorrow; it’s the weekend. He’s at work today.”John felt a little apprehensive, and a growing suspicion that Claire would go back, despite her reluctance, especially now Peter had done what she asked and seen a therapist.John had become accustomed to her being around the house and felt foreboding at losing her. It would bring back with renewed intensity his lonely state after the loss of. I pretend not to notice. It is taking forever for these doors to close…My Master drops his keys on the floor in front of me. “Pick them up, slut.” I look back at him pleadingly, but the look in his eyes terrifies me, and I dare not disobey him. I reach for them, knowing full well the view that the young boys behind me are enjoying. I am so humiliated. I dare not turn around, and I am so grateful that I cannot hear them… Why is it taking so long for this elevator to move? “You are lovely.