In The Beginning – Part 2

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The roads were surprisingly busy and we drove for about thirty-five minutes before I finally pulled on the handbrake and turned off the ignition.  “Here, at last,” I sighed with relief, removing my seat belt as I looked across the road.Victoria’s house stood proudly on the south side of Chesterfield Road and sat amongst a variety of substantial detached properties.  The pavements were unusually wide and provided ample room, therefore, for the mixture of mature trees that rose majestically above their neighbouring rooftops.  Her house boasted four large bedrooms, two bathrooms, a beautiful drawing room and an excellent kitchen.  And although she shared this with three of her college friends, we were fortunate enough to have it to ourselves for the weekend.  The start of the autumn term was still two weeks away and her housemates weren’t due to arrive until the following weekend.  Bearing in mind that this was student accommodation, one might have easily been forgiven for imagining a, somewhat, shabby establishment.  This, however, could not have been further from the truth.  “Stay where you are esat escort a minute,” I said anxiously as I reached over to the back seat and opened my bag.Sensing my enthusiasm, Victoria’s body twisted slightly as she attempted to look round.  With her feet, however, remaining firmly on the dashboard, she, very soon, gave up. “Oh yes, what a beauty,” I remarked, deliberately raising my voice so that she was able to hear me.The four-inch black leather collar lay stretched out across the top of my folded clothes.  I studied each of the four equally spaced steel rings that attached to its outer side. The craftsmanship was certainly to a high standard and it needed to be, I thought, as it was an expensive addition to our, already extensive, collection of toys.  At one end, a padlock, complete with its own little key, hung patiently through a neatly stitched securing clasp.  “Just what you’ve always wanted, Vic,” I continued loudly as I removed its clear protective wrapping.I placed the collar across her bare legs before sitting back in my seat.  My cock strained desperately etimesgut escort bayan between my legs as I watched her and waited.After glancing briefly into my eyes, she looked down and calmly took it in her hands.  Her legs dropped to the floor as she bent forwards slightly and raised it towards her chin before wrapping it loosely around her neck.  She turned her back and leaned towards me, allowing me to make a couple of small tightening adjustments before I snapped the padlock closed.  Taunting her just a little more, I dangled the key, momentarily, in front of her face before dropping it safely into my jacket pocket.  She now sat motionless as the new collar pushed hard under her jaw, restricting her ability to look anywhere but straight ahead.  With her lips straining against her knicker filled mouth, her saliva once again began to drop, almost casually, onto her rucked up T-shirt.  My left arm stretched behind me, once more, as I retrieved my bag, opened the car door and jumped out.  I walked round to the pavement and watched Victoria’s Escort etlik dark outline through the window as she struggled with her sandals.  Finally opening the passenger door, she clumsily stepped out, pushed down the locking button and slammed the door closed.  She settled at my side but her body swivelled, desperately, from left to right as her eyes scanned up and down the road, searching nervously as she prepared for her next humiliation.  A chill in the air encouraged her already erect nipples to push hard into the night, as if in anticipation of her approaching fingers. Now clamped tightly between her thumbs and forefingers, they succumbed to the brutal pinching and twisting before Victoria suddenly froze.  Her attention snapped abruptly to the sound of distant footsteps.  As her hands dropped quickly to her sides, she turned and looked at me, her eyes wide, almost animal-like.  With the footsteps growing louder, I moved hastily to the driver’s door and locked it before dashing back to the pavement. “Hurry up, the house, quickly, Vic” I whispered, somewhat distraught as I searched up and down the road for the owner of the approaching steps.  Remaining close behind her as we crossed the road, my hand pushed roughly under her skirt.  Her legs trembled slightly as I began easing her plug back and forth whilst simultaneously drenching her mind with a torrent of sexual obscenities.