She just smiled."Nobody is here. Don't worry," she finally said.I didn't know what the fuck to do. Get dressed, take my shit as quick as possible, get...the fuck out of there, or try to talk to her. So I decided the latter. I didn't know. Maybe she wasn't right in the head. Maybe she was a mess. Maybe nothing. I didn't know."What's your name?" I finally said like a moron."Justine," she said."What's yours?" she said to me."Joey," I said."Well hi, Joey. It's nice to meet you," she said.I had no. You! You should be his plus one. That's got to be worth a lot ofpoints, don't you think? And you can show me how perfectly elegant youcan be. Isn't that a brilliant idea? Two birds with one stone and allthat." I'll pass, thank you. We just met so it's highly unlikely that he'sgoing to ask me," I said, trying to mask my surprising sense of regret."You know, this has ceased to be a game in any way, shape or smell.It's just a way for you to torture me." No, no, not at all. Torture? I'm trying to. I begin to strap the harness on, the cock ring is large sized so that the restriction is just enough to enhance my erection, but not cause damage. I squeeze my balls then force my steel hard cock through the ring and buckle the straps over my shoulders! My cock turns slightly darker with the tightness of the ring and the veins stand out up and down the length of my shaft. I pick up the hood. It has openings for both my eyes and mouth, but there are snap-on covers over the eye holes. I see also. I should pick her up after work she suggested. Absolutely, I said.I parked outside her work and waited for her to arrive, thoughts running round my mind about whether this girl was as hot as I'd recalled. I got my answer moments later when she appeared from her office in a short blue dress, patterned tights and high heels. She opened my car door and lowered herself in, he short dress riding right to the top of her thigh. We drove somewhere a little quieter and sat and spoke before eventually.