Perhaps just a blowjob? But again he resisted, telling her to get out of the stockings and suspenders. He was going to keep them, and the tights in wh...ich he’d punished her, for the rest of his life.He did, however, have one final humiliating ordeal for Louise. He told her to put her stiletto shoes back on, and marched her to the large, glass window that fronted the salon. There, he forced her to stand with her nose, breasts and pussy pressed against the glass, her hands on the back of her head.. It’ll keep till tomorrow. I’ll make a sandwich. Go and unpack whatever it is you’ve brought home.’ I saw her deflate. She had been full of her news when she arrived, now she looked disappointed and wandered off. I made a stilton and salad sandwich and opened a bottle of Shiraz, and sat to eat it at the kitchen table. She came back in, her face creased with worry. I picked the bottle up as an invitation and she nodded. I poured her a glass and she sat down opposite me. ‘Graham I’m sorry,’ she. His arms were thicker than her legs, with tattoos on his forearms. He would have been an intimidating sight if it weren't for the beaming smile he wore on his face."I'm looking for Combevale House prison." She told him."You've foond it then pet. Welcome to Combevale. I'm Geordie." He extended a huge hand for her to shake."I'm pleased to meet you, Geordie. I take it you work here." Aye, in a manner of speakin'. I work for her majesty like." Do you mean to say you're a prisoner? But you are. .I hope, it does not bother you.”“No, not all all” I say, it is sounding like a protest and makes you smile. I wish to see more of you, of course, I say in my mind.“Then, please, open the top, I don't want to have tan lines” you whisper. I open the lock and let them fall aside and you cross your hands now under your face. My hands drive down your back and closer to its sides, while my shorts become to tight, my hard tool pressed against the fabric.My finger tips slide sown softly along your.