I’d deliberately strayed onto notorious turf, and paraded my ass in the open. “Have you got a couple of
spare condoms I could beg off you? A warm, summers Saturday late evening. When my right hand lowered to the front of my silk orange panties and my
palm gave a few firm rubs, my legs almost gave way. To my deep shame it was oozing with greed as it stood high in majestic erection. I knew that going outside the house whilst harboring
such dark thoughts would be chancing a perilously thin flimsy limb. In the garage, I almost keeled over I was feeling so giddy, and had to place my free hand on the car
roof above the drivers’ door as I took a few deep breaths. My long due appointment. Were I then hooked on the sharp barbs of blackmail, and my shame held me skewered in place? At that moment, if one of them had said “I’ll go get the rope for after”,
I think I would have fainted. Give him a slap, Pell, the dirty perv.”
I don’t know which one is “Pell”, but the one behind uses the scarf around my neck to pull me back
hard into my seat, half strangling me, and causing my hands to raise up to try relieve some
pressure.
