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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
"Where are we really going?" she demanded. "Work," I said again "Work?" she exclaimed, "What about my ransom?" "There was no ransom," I looked in the mirror, she still had my dog collar on, "You better let me have that collar," I suggested. "Oh no," she said, "Evidence," and she took it off and put it in her handbag. We arrived at 8.58. "Four thirty driver," she said as she climbed out, I didn't have the heart to tell her her skirt was caught up in her knickers so I drove slowly away. I cleared all the evidence that morning and when the police didn't come I collected her at four thirty, "Home!" she ordered, and before we went half a mile she ordered "Left hand lane, take a left here," "Where to Madam," I asked. "Home, surely you know the way home." she said. "Ok" I agreed. "Well lets go in!" she suggested when we arrived at my house, I expected the police to be there but it was as I left it, "Look five to five," she commented ," You can knock off at five but first," she said, "I need to see if you can make me cum without a whip." "And if not?" I asked. "Then you'll have to use the whip," she said as she slipped her skirt and panties off and laid them on a kitchen chair and then hopped up on the kitchen unit. I didn't need a second order, my pants and boxers were off like a shot, and I dove my tool deep into her hot wet box, and as I did so she reached for her hand bag ad pulled out the collar, "Slip it back around my neck if you want me," she said quietly. "Of course I do," ...