It clung to her body, moulding to her ample breasts and emphasising the rounded shape of them, highlighting the distinct prominence of her nipples. He... long golden hair was wrapped in a tight chignon on the top of her head, two tendrils escaping down the side of her face softening the look and framing her pretty face. Her green eyes flashing excitedly at him as they chatted over the menu selection. The obsequious waiter was hovering a little too closely for Sophie’s comfort but the impatient. It felt like there was a part of me that longed to be released. I think this is why I could never bear the thought of letting go of you. I knew, that despite all my efforts, the house, cars, and wife, that I would never be part of society. Not without my book of dirty little secrets. Oh my dear, dear, Diary, I have such a nice one. If you recall back into my teenage years, I would sneak into my older sisters room and touch her in her sleep. It has always. been a rush. To feel my heart beating. Holding hands, they walked to the security entrance. He gave her another great kiss. He whispered in her ear, “Be good, my slut.” He licked her ear, which woke her pussy up even more, and squeezed her sore bottom. Then he hugged her tight, her nipples complaining, but she wasn’t letting go, didn’t ever want to. He asked, “Who owns you?”Despite everything, that made her smile. “You do, Sir. You own all of me.”“Are you happily owned?”“Very.” Another kiss. She said, “I’ll miss you.”“I’ll. The day carried on with flirty texts and naughty ideas being messaged to each other, and by the end of that day my cock was sore from being hard for most of the day and being restrained by my boxer shorts and uniform trousers. Fast forward to Friday morning, and I had barely slept when my alarm clock went off at 5am. I was knackered, but horny as fuck for this woman I had only got chatting to a few days earlier on facebook, and today was the day I was going to meet her in a car park and fuck.