Her eyes narrowed slightly and she refused to look away. ‘I carry your mark. You branded my soul that day at the lake. I am yours. I am your slave.�...� ‘You may be now and you may even be in a day or two from here, but, once you’re at home with your folks, Samantha, you will do everything in your power suppress the slave in you. I once had a conversation with your folks and it went something like this, ‘At the moment the slave is holding onto Samantha, who in turn is holding onto Frankie.’ But. She wondered if she could have an orgasm just sat there and then realised that she was being silly. She was certainly aroused however, she wished that he could see her swollen labia colouring and parting, inviting him in her.She then decided to take off her baggy shirt, it was warm and it was not unlike a jacket, well, perhaps. She felt safe with the old man, he wouldn’t pursue her as the guys did at college, and if she excited him a little, then there was no harm in that. His wife was unwell. That really got her off.She wanted sex so badly that she sucked me hard the last time and even climbed on top. I’m telling you that she really wanted sex.We had bantered about sex for a couple of months at work. She had allowed me to brush up against her breasts or her firm ass without getting slapped.Then that Friday she said, “Can we get together about nine o’clock in the morning?”I said, “Sure! Why?”Abigail looked at me and said, “Sex. Just plane simple sex. I’ve got two hours to offer you. After getting a drink of fresh orange he found a corner not to dark with the comfiest seat ever, heaven he thought and slumped almost like a dead man into it's arms. There was about 25 people in the bar and he took in the atmosphere and started watching people go about their lives. His companion meanwhile was still stuck in traffic about 5 minutes from the airport and no idea his new found friend had already touched down. He sat in his car thinking what the hell to say, to do, this was also his.