That’s probably what cunt Carol – as she had already teen become to me – thought when she saw me on her street a couple of days later. I was kneeling down with Devil not far from the driver’s side door of her car as if I was putting on or taking off the collar. I didn’t look up as she walked past me but I swear I could almost feel her smile at the big black dog as she reached into her handbag for her keys. A quick look behind me assured me that we were alone and as she fitted the key into the lock I stood upright and took a long step towards her with the dog’s lead held taught between my hands. In an instant it was around her neck, my strong arms pulling it tight, forearms braced against her shoulder blade as I used as much pressure as I dared. The shock and the pain paralyzed her for a few moments but as I pulled harder, my knee in the small of her back she began to react, head tossing from side to side, arms reaching for the leather cutting off her breath. “Carol baby, asian if you don’t want to die here and now then put your hands down and keep japanese still. Do as I say and you will live, disobey me and you will die.” I applied a little more pressure and her hands waved ineffectually around her neck before dropping to her side. I pushed her firmly towards the back of my nonde Mondeo with it’s ‘I love dogs’ sticker in the window. The boot was unlocked and a nudge with my knee made the door glide upwards, exposing the empty dark space inside. She began to struggle as she realised what I intended so I pushed her head firmly down into the duvet I had placed there earlier. My amateur left hand held her head down as I pulled the ball gag out of my pocket with my right. I moved my hand from the side of her head and gripped her nose, causing her head to jerk back and her mouth to open. I roughly stuffed the gag into her mouth and pulled the wide Velcro strap tight. In the gloom I could see the white of her eye get bigger as she began to realize there was no escape and the shock of my assault wore off to be replaced by fear and dread. Her hands were easily secured behind her back with a nylon cable tie and once I had tipped her half into the boot – her skirt riding up tantalisingly – I did the same to her ankles. I slipped the black velvet drawstring bag that served as a hood over her head and wondered if she could smell the stale perfume and make up from the others that had been in her position; the thought making my cock lurch that extra notch to it’s hardest. What had the last one been called? Teresa. That was it. She was tall, slim and athletic, her struggles and my retribution now a sweet memory. Pulling the duvet around her I slammed the boot shut before opening the two driver’s side doors. Devil jumped in and immediately began sniffing at the back seat as I quickly started the engine and drove carefully out of the car park. I was soon following the signs for the airport and cumshot shortly afterwards pulled into the long drive that leads to the old cottage in Knutsford my parents left me. What the cottage lacked in creature comforts – central heating for instance – it made up for it with that most precious of commodities, privacy. I parked the car at the side of the house and opened the back door before opening the boot and cutting the tie holding her legs. She didn’t struggle as I pulled her out of the boot and onto her feet. Her head was hanging forward and I could hear rasping sobs coming from inside the hood as fear and the lack of oxygen combined to subdue her. I gripped the back of her jacket and pushed her into the kitchen, locking the door behind me. I started to push her through the kitchen and up to the stairs but she was difficult to control, bumping into the table and then the door frame as she started to resist. I turned her towards me and swiftly punched her in the solar plexus, not too hard, just enough to knock the breath out of her. As she slumped forward from the blow I hooked my shoulder into her waist and lifted her in a fireman’s lift before carrying her up the stairs and into what I laughingly called the guest bedroom. My guests have not always appreciated the time and trouble I have taken to make their stay with me memorable but I think of it as part of the service. The solid oak door has been altered to take a five point lock, the window has tight fitting internal shutters, the floor and walls have been covered with acoustic underlay to deaden the sound but it’s the bed I’m most proud of. Made from scaffold poles it is bolted to the floor with the ‘headboard’ extending to the ceiling both for stability and to provide a variety of fixing points for the shackles that I provide for the ‘comfort and security’ of my guests. Spotlights focus on the bed as do two cameras linked to the pc for recording that can be played through the tv downstairs. Throwing her down onto the bed I was able to look at her properly for the first time. She was smallish, 5’2” but had a reasonable figure. Her pleasing bust was an outstanding feature but I was sure there would be plenty more to enjoy. She was dressed for business in a smart grey suit, black blouse, tights and flat black shoes. I wondered what she did? Maybe a receptionist or something, meeting and greeting people with a warming smile, all the time wondering if her next guest would be someone that had wanked over pictures of her naked body on a website at the weekend. Turning her onto her stomach I cut the tie holding her wrists together and pulled of the short grey jacket off her shoulders. I laugh we crawl into bed she cuddles up to me, she is fondling my asian cock, maybe next time I might give my first blow job. “Then you have to stay here that long then, don’t worry about your friends, they are having their own fun…” he said as another screen appears. She called back before she started walking again with a smile on her face as she opened the door and disappeared. The bottom of cumshot my little breasts show below my top, and if I do anything other than keep straight upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, or slide down showing the top teen of my bum and pussy. It was worth it. Not like your wimpy thing.” And to think, it wasn’t even November yet… Our youngest daughter stood naked, her fiery hair framing her impish face. She must have gone to the dungeon and picked one out for herself. " I was too horny at the time honey, plus I was busy sucking the other guys cock". He whimpers, like the wimp that she calls amateur him. japanese Suddenly my mind began remembering all the times that Dee and I had fucked in this room. Don't worry, I do it all of the time. He smile as he grab my ass and lifted me up. Chapter 2 Mom- Whatever you turn on is fine He approached my window, “ Alright, here’s the deal pretty boy. “Fuck,” Josh said, standing up. “What did they do while I was out of it, Lara? “Oh fff... heck yeah,” Justin said.