I was coming but it was not enough, “Please, Master. Please, fuck me.” “Beg,” his voice clear, “beg me like the dirty little whore you are....” “Please, I need to feel you." I prostrated myself before him, "Please Master, Please." I placed kisses on his shoes. "I need your cock Master, I need to feel you inside me. Please.” “So you want to be my little fuck slut?” “Yes Master,” I breathed. He leaned over me, that terrible height and power and unhooked my chain. Wrapping the end around his. I think I have something you might enjoy”. A million thoughts raced through Karen’s mind, but sudden lust and adrenaline pushed aside all common sense and she found herself silently being led out of the train and into the rush hour crowds. Her four inch stiletto boots weren’t made for walking so fast and she soon found her feet were aching trying to keep up with Adam’s pace. Adam came to a stop in less populated area of the large train station. A door marked ‘JANITORIAL CLOSET’ was sitting. “I would like for you to wait for me, naked on your bed. Would you do that for me?” he asked. I think he could tell from my hesitation that I was hesitant, but also just a little excited at the prospect. “Will you be alone?” I asked. He laughed again, harder this time. “Why? Do you want an encore of last night?” I answered, not so sweetly this time, “Don’t answer my question with another question!” Still laughing he managed to say, “Okay, my little plump sweetie. You’re right. I will. They had got on well from the start and had managed to cross the years they had been separated with an ease that surprised them both. To her regret, Elizabeth had failed to forge a new bond with her daughter. She accepted that her own strong will, the same strong will that was much in evidence within her own daughter, along with the history between them would ever prevent this happening. Tamara had refused any offer of financial help with a curt statement "I have managed this far without your.