When we were leaving, she asked me for a lift so that she can get down in front of her clinic. After that day we shared our numbers and had started to...talk over the phone often. She would call me whenever she was free but not at night since she would be at home and her husband would be around.We used to talk like lovers. Later I came to know that she had given me her clinic number so that if by chance I called, her phone wouldn’t be engaged. We also used to meet at the same coffee shop when I. ..no one been here but me...''the door closed the 52 year daddy , married with 2 k**s undo his belt''please, dont try to stop me, i spent the weed making sure i ear the right thing''he rush toard me and leash me with his belt ''hey shit Alred wtf''and i fell down on my stomack pull too hard toward my roomhe was strangling me i hold the belt woth my hands my hand on my neck sliding on the floor on my back ''stoppp your , i cant breath''the black tall dad threw me on the side of the bed tied his. Material is not allowed in my school! You're a whore, Stephanie!" Mr Dawson-" I'll be writing to your parents about this, Stephanie. Do you think your father will be proud to hear that you've been looking at naked women?!" he asks, walking over towards me. He grabbs my knee and throws it to the side of the bed so my legs are now spread wide. "Do you think he'd be proud that you were getting wet to these women?!" he demands now, placing a hand on my exposed pussy. It's dripping from the pictures. I left it like that and hoped he would presume I meant from work but I couldn't resist the added thrill. The thought of him sneaking a peek inside my crate and finding me gave my stomach butterflies. The thought of him finding me locked in the box was really getting my insides wet. But I was on a time table at the moment so there wasn't time to sit and fantasize. With the note taped to my front door I walked out to the garage which wasn't an easy task in these heels. Before I locked myself away.