“Yes,” I finally said, “they look very nice, very sexy.” “Do you like red Mike?” she asked as she stood there, the knickers in her hand. A...ain I was lost for words but eventually managed a reply. “Yes Hazel I do, it's my favourite colour.” By now the bulge in my pants was unmistakeable and I knew I had to cut and run before she noticed it. “I'll have to go Hazel, I need a shower,” I said as I turned and walked towards my back door. “Okay Mike,” Hazel said, “and thanks for bringing these back. Three other passengers had alighted here, two of which were women, probably cleaners on their way home, both walking off towards the village together, bags in hand, chattering as women do, the man, obviously a regular, unlocking his bike from a signpost, clipping on and switching on the things lights and peddled away without a word, which just left our hero in the very empty drafty and dark car park in silent solitude awaiting his new if unknown “wife of the week!”. Gerald however, having. Jane stared at Sarah’s firey red bush and she worked her fingers in and out just like when they would get a little too drunk a holiday parties and find themselves in a bathroom or spare room making-out and masturbating in front of each other. “So keep going” Sarah said with her legs spread not even trying to cover herself. This went on for the next couple of weeks, Jake would go out after work on Fridays with the guys and come home drunk. Jane would but him to bed after getting him in sometimes. He smiled at the lone prisoner cowering in the middle of the large cell. She was the only woman currently occupying one of three wooden stock devices bolted into the floor of the cell. Her wet defeated eyes followed him with trepidation and growing fear, as he entered the cell.She was visibly afraid and noticeably shivering in her bondage as he strode across the dirty cement floor. Its grey rough surface stained with blood, dried urine and of course plenty of crusty semen patches. Her aching.