It was really beginning to feel good. The big man pounded my ass hard, his back kept slamming into the wall with each new thrust. I matched him stroke... for stroke, pushing back to receive as much of his throbbing cock as I could. Then there was a sharp knock on the door. “What the fuck’s going on in there?” a deep voice asked. “Open up this fuckin’ door,” he continued. Without missing a stroke, the big man flipped the lock, and opened the door. As he continued pounding my ass, the deep voice man. "Before either officer could expand upon what kind of comforts they would enjoy with their favoured lady the radio burst into life,"Control to Tango Oscar 39. Sorry to call you guys at this time but we just got a prowler on the St Johns Road Estate. Number 12 reported a guy dressed in black looking into windows. Can you have a look around please?" Damn! Carl cursed. Ah what the hell. Its almost the other side of town, bye the time we get there he will have gone on his way."The street was indeed. They loved it. They want us to start next month. You were selected to be the project manager on site by the client?. I must have had an astounded look on my face because he continued by telling me ?It’s a promotion for you. You’ll be gone six maybe eight months’ tops. Per Diem, expense account, travel and hotel all first class paid for by the client. There’s also a bonus for you and the company if you bring it in on time and on or under budget?. At that point all I could think about was. ......................................."One last signature," he thought, "then she's Mine." He walked out of the office and saw her on the far side of the room.. naked.. chained to a wall and blindfolded.. his for the taking. As he stared at her he tensed as he realized her fear-- a slave next to her was being beaten. She was trying to Hide that fear, but he knew better. He had seen it before on her face.. and he had never forgotten how it looked. The last time it had caused an ending... This.