He started talking about his wife and three children. His youngest had recently gotten three cats which kept him up all night. I stared out the window...and tried to drown out his mundane stories with not much luck. I still couldn't tell where we were, but I was sure we were getting somewhat close to my house."Where're you from love?" he asked me. "You don't sound like you're from around 'ere."I hated that question, it was a common one. Not surprising though, I was born in America and even though. "That just means you'll have to be extra careful when you're around me, especially if I'm naked." But I've never been around you when you're naked," she replied."You slept with me didn't you?" I asked."Yeah. But I ... OH!" she exclaimed as she figured it out.Hiding her face in her hands, she blushed deeply. "Oh, no!" she cried."Abby ... Sweetie," I said as I hugged her to me. "It's all right. I didn't do anything. I mean maybe if I had woke up, it might be a different story; but, you're still. My hands move to his head and I bury my fingers in his soft curls, stroking and riding out the movements of his head. His lips leave my nipples and travel up my pecs, leaving a trail of wet, sucking kisses up across my collarbone, up my neck and finally finding my mouth. His tongue traces my lips, and I suck it into my mouth, caressing it with my own tongue.Finally, I can no longer stand to let him remain still, and I rock my hips against his, grinding, wordlessly begging for him to keep. I complied with her instructions and rang the doorbell at 8am one Sunday morning. Susie opened the door. She was already dressed in her blue nurses uniform. For all intents and purposes, she could have been at work....except for the shiny black strappy 'fuckme' heels. She turned on her heel and said, 'Close and lock the door then follow me'. I did as I was told. She led me into a room which looked like it had once been a study. I noticed a low beam had several iron rings attached to it. There.