"You're the wanker!" She muttered, calming down.The rest of the journey passed uneventfully. The lunatic ahead of her proceeded to frog-hop his way do...wn the line of traffic until he was lost from view.During the week, thirty-six year old Sian worked as an IT Consultant. It was a demanding and time consuming job. At the weekend she retired to her retreat at the coast, away from everyone and everything, particularly work. She owned a thirty-eight foot caravan, just ten minutes walk from the. I don't think I've stopped smoking. Ok.Ok. Ok.The closet has that dress. I know exactly where it is. I take it out onits hanger. I can tell Jen might not have worn this. Its still unworn infact. I lay it on the bed and get the shoes. My hair. It will take along time to dry. I should just take a shower now. Just wash. Andshampoo. Conditioner and then just get out. Dry off. One more glass ofwine. Another cigarette. My nails. What do I need? Oh, I know. I gettwo bottles of. "Jake came over to sit next to Patrick setting the cold beer next to him. The night was just perfect and the nice brisk air made it even better to be out fishing."I just hope we get to catch something." Patrick said looking out into the water."Well if we don't catch anything it's cool. I just needed to get away from home. I mean I love Mom, Dad, and Karen, but I needed some room to breathe." Jake responded as he sipped his beer."Yeah it's so good that you decided to come down this weekend. You. I then grab the blindfold as I watch her stunned eyes disappearing behind the cloth and fold it tightly together. Only a sound comes from her mouth as I interrupt her again! As I speak slowly, I squeeze one of her nipples to make it clear that consequences are to be faced if she would open her mouth again without being asked. A quick sigh with a twist of her body to relieve the pain and a short “Yes Master “ comes out of her as she replies obediently, falling back into the seat.I softly press.