She sat on the edge of the bed and cried. She had done nothing wrong, except marry a successful QC. Why should she be punished for him doing his job? But, according to the voice she had heard before awaking in the room, his success was the reason for her own confinement.She had needed the toilet after she had awoken, but though there seemed to be no device to flush it, it had done so itself as soon as she climbed off it. She tried to find some relief in the stony concrete surrounding her. But there was nothing. It was as if the walls had been built around her. There was no bricked up doorway, nothing. Just the hatch through which she was being fed.Time had no meaning any longer. The lights above her stayed on relentlessly. Certainly not the summer holidays in Barbados that she was used to. Not the Winter skiing holidays in the Alps.Surely Robert would be looking for her. He had to somehow connect the case he had been prosecuting, to her disappearance. Why had the man not been. I slid my hand along the ridges of Tasha’s spine until it came to the clasp of her purple satin bra. With practiced deftness I undid the clasp and let the ends of the bra fall free. Tasha broke the kiss and stepped back, moving her hands to her shoulders. She slowly pushed the straps down to the side, then, blushing, let the bra fall free to the floor. I was surprised when she didn’t move her hands to cover her exposed breasts, allowing me to savor the vision of firm, round globes, topped with small, pink, erect nipples.“They’re too small,” she whispered.“They’re perfect,” I said. “Exactly the size I prefer.”She smiled and when I held out my arms, she quickly stepped close and I pulled her tight, crushing those perfect breasts against my chest. After another wonderful French kiss, I ran my hands down her back and inside the purple satin panties so that I could cup her firm butt and pull her mons hard against my erection. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to be inside her,.
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