“Of course it is, all those times, in your office.” she accused. Half a day ago she had stood before the tribunal in the Magistrates Court all dressed up like a senior executive and now here she was leashed and being taken walkies like a dog, like a bitch, a satisfied little bitch with my cum dipping out of her. Sex videos “Miss Hastings,” she corrected me. “Then play with yourself and get yourself nice and wet for me.” I said menacingly as I picked up her skirt and tore it into three pieces and tore the gusset from her panties. I accompanied her to her flat, the lift took us to the third foor she seemed very sad, “I was a girl scout,” she admitted, as we walked in to find her cases all neatly packed, “Be prepared,”
“You were expecting to lose?” I asked. “I wanted to explain.” I continued, “I thought you wanted a relationship, no an entrapment, get pregnant, like Francine did to Dad, do you see?”
“Oh,” she exclaimed, “I see, no, that wasn’t it, not babies, just money.”
“Never mind, crossed wires, shall I give you a hand with this to your car?” I suggested. “Jess designed it, but she was gone before the builders finished, would you care to see it.”
“I want to get home to Mother really,” she said.
