Chapter As they pulled into his driveway, she marvelled at the large detached house. The closest neighbours were about two hundred yards away on the opposite side of the road, while Gregs property was set right back and surrounded by thick trees to the left right. He parked the Lexus and showed her to the door. Inside, a wide hallway was dominated by an ornate staircase with a reception room off to one side. He gestured for her to go in there while he made coffee.

When The Tables Turn Part Blast From The Past She drove into the parking lot, and pulled into a space close to the door. She was running so late, and still had one stop left to make before meeting Mark at the play party. She was looking forward to the evening, as they had both been too busy with work and hadnt had much time lately for anything past the mundane. Getting out of the car, Megans short leather skirt rode high up her thighs, exposing

Greg was stretched like a star by four strong nylon ropes secured to electrically driven winch drums. He was spread out on a large wooden bed which had a few nasty extra additions that could be brought into play. Greta was sitting on his face, naked but for her erotic high heel boots in shiny black leather. In her hand she held the small remote control that worked the winches, etc. She was looking at Gregs youngest daughter, his only surviving daughter now Sally

I.slipped my hand between my legs and had to do a little re-adjustment to the fabric of my panties where it had become rather wet and uncomfortable. The man with the whip smiled at me. "You like what you see, Madame?" I nodded. With my rather flushed face and the cloying perfume of arousal that wafted from beneath the tiny leather skirt I was wearing, there seemed little point in denying it. My part in the present interrogation was to help Karl, the chief male assistant, adjust the machinery or re-fix the captive in whatever way the client requested.

Part -Weekend at the Cabin Megan began to awaken as Ryan moved about the room getting ready for work. She opened her eyes, squinting against the lights. "Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart," he said to her as he saw her naked body begin to stir underneath the covers. She sat up and brushed her tousled hair from her face as Ryan looked towards her. He smiled and wondered if she knew how attractive she was like that, without the makeup and the jewelry. Megan stretched and swung her legs over the side of the bed, rising to get Ryans keys. He had yet to be able to find them on the first try.

Question and Answer. A Short Story by Susan. .. Caution. Not for the faint-hearted. Interrogation which gets seriously evil Non consensual . One. Capture. .. The sunset was exceptional, shards of vermilion on a canvas of almost lemon yellow. Greg sat at the stern, one hand on the polished wood of the tiller, the other nestling under his wifes left

Chapter One. . Im Sorry to Disappoint You! . Greta was soaked to the skin. Her light beige cotton shirt clung to her breasts and revealed every detail of her prominent nipples through the fine fabric. Pale cream shorts dripped rivulets of rain water down her bare legs. Incongruously, she was wearing black patent high heel shoes, having to step carefully along the muddy track, keeping her weight forward so that the heels did not sink too far into the mud.

Part Be Careful What You Ask For Ryan pulled into the parking lot with thirty minutes to spare before their dinner reservations, so they decided to have a drink in the bar while they waited for their table. Megan studied the couples around them, observing the diversity in ages and appearances, but they were all there for one thing and that was to celebrate Valentines Day. Megan turned her attention towards the man she was with. How did she get so lucky? Ryan was the man that every woman wanted, the man that every woman dreamed

Chapter When she came to, the first conscious thought was the fiery pain down below. Her ass hurt both inside and out. Her next was the realisation that she was still captive and this time, was tied on her back, legs spread on the inverted Y shape gyno-table. Unable to lift her head, she could feel something inside her vagina and something else pinching her pussy lips.

He moved her so that her mouth was right at the head of his cock and rubbed her lips with his precum. She looked up at him, knowing better than to lick her glistening lips without permission. "May I please suck your cock?" Ryan smiled and nodded, pleased with her request. Megan took his cock in her hand, stroking softly as she moved her mouth to his cock, and kissed it softly as she had been trained to do.