Getting to her at home was out of the question. I looked for the place where she was most vulnerable. She almost never worked on Saturday or Sunday so... each Friday night she stayed late getting loose ends tied up and getting ready for Monday's caseload. The secure parking garage where she would have parked was having cracks repaired so she was parking in a old garage across the street that wasn't well lighted or secure. So it was there on this fateful Friday evening I was waiting for her when. I took a wrong turn and drove to a dangerous neighborhood. I told her to get out of my car and she had begged me to not leave her there. I dragged her out of my car by her hair and she started crying. She begged me not to leave her there. I agreed to take her home but I was going to fuck her first. I didn’t really care about her answer I just threw her in the back of my car and fucked her. Her pussy was just amazing. She was so tight that she was practically milking my cock for cum. She. "A pretty woman in the plain grey smock of a concubine entered the wardroom and silently deposited a tray carrying a teapot, milk jug, sugar bowl and two mugs on the occasional table between them."What about concubines?" asked Harry after the woman had departed as silently as she'd appeared."Each of us has one aboard," replied Roger with a casual wave around the wardroom, "the crew get one between six."Harry raised an eyebrow at that statement."I know," said Roger, "the bigger ships may have. . She was moaning quietly but biting her lip, stopping her from making louder sounds.I started working my fingers faster and harder. While my tongue was fully focused on her little swollen button. She started moaning louder. And louder. She couldn’t hold back anymore. AAAAHHHHHHH, don’t stop, PLLEAAAAASEEEEE...She screamed while her orgasm washed over her body, feeling an explosion in her soul she had never felt before. I enjoyed hearing her voice and wished I could see her. While she was lying.