He slides into the driver's seat. I swing my feet around and place them in his lap before he has his seat belt on. I see his eyes light up. He starts ...o give me a foot rub. I moan and take the softness of his hands in. I feel drunk from the feeling. Before I know it we are home.Nick pulls the car in and walks around to my side of the car. I am just starting to put my boots on when he lifts me out of the car. It reminds me of one of the times that Pete carried me into the house. The only thing. At the same time, his hands circled around my waist to my belly. And then his palms began tracking upwards."No-no-no!" I cut him off harshly. My hands quickly batted away his while I shoved out my ass to push him back. Turning around, I raised my index finger and waggled it reproachfully. "Nuh-uh-uh. I didn't give you permission to do that." But baby..." Daddy groaned, whimpering. "You promised." Go to your room," I ordered imperiously, feeling flush with energy. I loved this feeling: being in. I suppose I impressed her. I had a good job inManchester by this time, as an computer analyst (don'tbother asking for an explanation). She just lookedlike a little boy and as she liked jeans a lot, shewas often mistaken for one.We had sex on our third meeting. She was fed up withme beating about the bush and one evening when sheagreed to collect me from my flat for a night out, Idiscovered she had other plans. She was surprisinglyactive and took total control, sucking, licking myballs, licking. Segal had plans to build a Texas-sized MacMansion just above his own little place, a phallic monster that would be the biggest ever built in town and, more to the point, effectively block almost everyone’s view of the lower mountain. Segal was so reviled his name had become, Horror of Horrors, a verb, and the man had once considered taking Segal to court to block construction – but the town had come to his rescue and beat him to it. Things had grown so ugly so fast there were Vegas odds on when.