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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

could maybe get changed. I parked in a disabled bay right by the door, grabbed her in one hand and her case in the other and bustled her into the Ladies, and on into a disabled loo to the consternation of the ladies there. "Henderson!" she protested as I grabbed the zipper on her dress, it snagged, I pulled and the dress tore all the way down the back, her panties and bra didn't match and they had to be yesterdays so I hauled them off her as well, she stood there in just her hold up stockings and heels. "No!" she wailed misconstruing my intentions, "Rape!" Any other time I might have noticed how fit she looked, but I was used to her flat tummy and her shapely breasts from seeing her in a swimsuit but her waxed pubes were a surprise, I somehow expected a blonde beaver. I found clean black panties and bra in her case, "Rape!" she tried again, as if asking me to, but I was too busy to care. "Hands!" I ordered and she put her hands through her bra straps, "Pants!" I threw them at her and then her shirt and the skirt and jacket of her suit, "Handkerchief, Pen." I ordered, "Right go!" I guess it took maybe two minutes and then we were out and away, I saw security and the manager hot footing it towards the loo as we left so it was a very close run thing. "My God!" she gasped, "What the hell are you on?" The parking warden was wandering across, but he was too slow, we were gone, down the on ramp at 70 and then bullying my way into the 30mph crawl towards the south. "Henderson!" she ... gasped. "For gods sake do your makeup properly you look like a strip-o-gram." I suggested, "And I'm Steve Phillips remember, Henderson is the black guy, mid sixties, grey hair?" "You tore my dress off!" she said, "My party dress!" "I'll buy you another," I suggested. "It was a thousand Euros from Paris!" she complained. "From a charity shop!" I corrected myself as I worked furiously to weave through traffic trying to get to the office as quickly as possible, "You better leave your laptop so I can wipe the hard drive." I suggested. "Oh, yes, password is m0r0n1c, two noughts and figure one, I think of you which reminds me." she said in a surprising admission that she realised she existed. "The mini bar's empty!" she complained. "In the boot," I explained, "You need a clear head Madam." Somehow we were only twenty minutes late when she swept into the main entrance, at least as she emerged she looked like a twenty seven year old executive not a thirty seven year old hooker so it wasn't too bad but enough to get a "Please explain request," from Ted Norman, my "Boss." I had to park up and go to his office, but I cleaned her laptop up first, it was a damned good job I did, half of it was illegal, the girl with the telephone pole inside her was the least of it, and it was all saved, bondage, whipping, hogties, it seemed his Lordship actually had a subscription to Hogties although I couldn't imagine Cassandra hogtied, well I could imagine it but I couldn't imagine her letting anyone do ...