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Driving Miss Jones
Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Domination/submission, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com
then she was trying not to cry out but not really succeeding and then she just let out a despairing cry and went limp and collapsed into my arms. She looked so exhausted that I let her lie down and then I found her some dry carpet and curtains for a bed and tucked her in for the night, I felt strangely elated as I went up to my own bed, chuckling at the thoughts of seeing her naked and with glorious memories of her body and an immense feeling of guilt that I had perhaps taken her against her will while I wondered if I had got swept up in something I hadn't intended. I checked on her early next morning, she was still asleep but she came upstairs quickly enough with the prospect of the bathroom and bacon and eggs for breakfast, which she ate ravenously. "So where were you going on Friday night, not home surely," I asked. "I sneak in," she said. "Aren't you a bit old for that?" I asked. "Twenty six isn't old," she insisted, "Anyway I often crash at friend's houses." It was all the info I needed. I locked her in the cellar with a bolt and padlock I found in the garage and went to her parents to arrange a "Ransom!" Her mother was an older version of Cassie and delightful and she was so apologetic when she found Cassie was too drunk to come home and had phoned on my day off to order me to pick up some clothes for her for Monday. I returned solemn faced, "They won't pay," I lied, "I only want a Million," and they want proof, I insisted. I made her do a bit to her webcam in the ...