Some tears starting to trickle from the corner of her anxious and pained eyes.“Excuse me! You silly little cunt, did I say you could talk? Fuck that....” he said, grabbing a ring gag from the wall and then forcing it into to a pleading Nyasia’s mouth.“NO..AAGHGH.” she half screamed, as he forced in the gag, past her lips and behind her teeth. He strapped it tight around her head, making sure the leather dug uncomfortably into her cheeks. She was still gurgling out words, which became higher in. ”“So you haven’t had sex with this guy since?”“The day we signed paperwork on that Chevy and he stopped by my house to thank me.”“Roughly, Thanksgiving, then?”“Yep. And I'm horny too. I can't believe he fucked up a good thing.”“Does he have girlfriends or live by himself, room mates, etc…?”“I don't think so. I called his apartment complex and pretended to be his girlfriend, telling them that I’d locked myself out of our apartment and wondered if I could come by and get another key or be let. Those ?Plans? involving nothing less than the complete enslavement of a handsome Englishman.A ?Handsome Englishman?, moreover; who was not only her employer but –making the scenario in prospect that much sweeter to her- almost three decades her senior.The nature of that ?Scenario? changing almost every time she closed her eyes to fantasise about it; fantasies so numerous and powerful she had actually given them numbers to be able to summon them up more readily.Chapter TwoFantasy-One?You have to. ’ They both looked out through the windows and saw the snow falling thicker around them. Rapidly they were being covered by the frozen white blanket, which was gathering. Sandra shivered and John reached into the rear and dragged a blanket over. He offered it to her and she took it, wrapping it loose around her shoulders. He noticed more now how inappropriately she was dressed for winter. Her youthful physique clearly noticeable with the low cut dress that made him think about who she was and.