It was a tall man with strong arms, wearing a band t-shirt, beany and had black skinny jeans that made his legs look amazing. I knew who it was before... my eyes fell to rest on his perfect blue eyes slightly hidden under his flicky dark brown hair. I stepped back and called who is it? despite know exactly who it was. I had to compose myself knowing all too well the lust I had felt for the man that stood the other side of the door was far too great. its Lewis he said his voice husky as I. " They look good on you." Thank you."With that, he nodded and turned back to the computer. Her heart beating fast, Renee returned to her work as well. The next time she looked over her shoulder, she caught a brief glimpse of him looking away from her to focus on the computer again.Surely he's just being nice - or just fascinated that I'm wearing stockings, like he said.Having finished another box and filled another tub, she decided to push things a bit. Her hips swayed a little more than usual. Sue Ann got in the back this time and Ruth got in the passenger seat letting her skirt ride up to show her pussy. Giving me directions, we headed to the car lot. When we arrived, no one was outside and Ruth volunteered to get James. She went in the office and moments later came out with a statuesque blond. She looked to be close to my height with large breasts and a small waist. When she came close, she introduced herself saying, "Hi, I'm Claire, James' wife and I help out here at the lot.". And whenever I try to hold onto that feeling, it eludes me as I contemplate the walls of my prison. But someday, like all caged birds, I'll be free.I sing along with Steve and the boys for a few blocks and then my temporary elation and hopes for a day when the doors to the prison swing open fade. I sigh as I turn off the engine and get out of the car.My house is a small but well kept-up ranch in a suburb just outside of Detroit. It's not worth much money and the area isn't what it once was, but.