I returned her gaze, somewhat sheepishly,standing there holding myself, not knowing what she was going to do.She made not a single indication of wheth...r she was surprised, angry orturned on. She simply got up off the bed, moved over to the window andclosed the blinds.Like that she was gone. And I was still all alone.* *Last Thursday...I called up Chuck the next day from work to ask him about it. Heusually cruised in around three or four in the morning, after the barclosed, and consequently. The matron leans forward following, he moves a half step back and she follows continuing her perverse task. He gets her closer then reverses and works his cock into her throat, the situation changes and she knows it, gone is her safety in the limit of his bounds. A subtle shift, as he becomes the one in control, working more of his shaft through her tender lips. She may be powerful in stature and wealth, but now she is in range of his strength.That thought is accentuated as his hands lay upon. I got in and turned the key.The engine sputtered and gave up the ghost. I tried a couple more times,giving it some choke and eventually it caught. It was such a piece ofcrap; but there was no way I could afford better right now.I pulled out of the car park and got back on the Banbury Way. Next stop:home; to lay all this out and see if I couldn't start piecing togetherexactly what the pattern was. 7I got off at the next roundabout and drove through Barton. She lifted her head up and looked back at me as well as she could. Daggers shot from her eyes:"You know, if I wasn't tied down like this, I'd take that belt of yours and beat your fucking ass until it was raw!" she threatened. I couldn't help but laugh out loud, which apparently she didn't appreciate."OOOH! You are such a mean man! And you wonder why I hate your fucking guts?"With that remark, I slid my shaft into her rectum with some authority, although not viciously, by any means. Her.