A younger man. A man in a silver jumpsuit with multicolored wires protruding out and tangled about all over his body. He had dark black hair on his h...ead and wore jet black goggles over his eyes. "If you rogues have anything to say, say it now, otherwise begone!" he said flashing us a streetsmith sign of one hand clasping the other in a fist. It was a sign for others in his gang to come to his assistance, only it was useless as we caught him all alone. There would be no gang to assist this. . No. I don't have many friends — none actually." A beautiful woman like you without friends? I can't imagine. Well, your husband probably showers attention on you when he gets home." No. That is... I mean..." It's okay Elena," he said stopping and taking her hand in his. "May I call you Elena?" ... Yes, of course." We're all lonely. You, me, a lot of people."He could see her eyes misting."Maybe it's a good thing I came over today. Maybe we can be lonely together." I..." Elena knew she. She had just begged to be allowed to pleasure him. She'd begged him before, to gain her own pleasure or because he'd ordered her to, but this was different. He'd never have expected her to reach this stage of submission so soon. And he knew she'd been sincere. Even now, she was still grinning like he'd just given her a present.What was it about this girl that she'd gotten under his skin so fast? To be truthful, he'd come home earlier than he'd planned, anxious to see how his little slave had. Friday came and I arrived at a large detached house at the posh end oftown, she answered the door and ushered me into the living room, she wasin her late 40`s, great looking, a curvy woman with a great figure, herblack straight hair hung down to her mid back, she was wearing a tightfitting black tailored skirt suit, the pencil skirt was knee length andhigh heeled court shoes finished the look, she ordered me stand whilstshe looked me over."Well, you quite stocky but the right height, lucky for.