Part 2; Posted Sunday 28th January 9.40am
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In the first part above I detailed my background in law, my absolute love of sex, the eroticism to me of masculine men and introduced my alter ego Nicole who gets paid for sex which quite frankly I'd do for nothing.
I mentioned a hairy moment when my two worlds - Julie and Nicole - collided and said I would detail another and let you decide if it was hairier than the first
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(With ongoing request, people, not to quote the whole damn chapter to comment )
Hairy moment example 2:
I was once hired as my alter ego by a very hunky virile guy. We were at it all night. My nether regions were singing. As we lay in bed having tea, he gave me a £500 bonus "for a great night of sex before I go to prison". I nearly chewed my cup off. Without prompting, he announced that he was in court that morning on charges of fraud. "I'm as guilty as sin!", he revealed, "and my lawyer says it is 50-50 at best. We have obscured the facts as best we can but if the Crown cuts through the shit and zones in on............... then I'm like you............. well FUCKED".
"Oh dear", I managed, "sounds awful".
What was awful was my fake Swiss ./ French accent but people fell for it every time.
"Time for one more?", I asked.
Quite generously I thought. You will have worked out by now I was the prosecutor but God help me he was really good at sex and I was wet at the thought of facing him in court later minus the wig and false contacts, never mind minus fake accent with my nether regions gaping from his attentions.
"Doll, I'm shagged out", he said
Lightweight! He'd only fucked me 8 times and licked me out three times. I tutted and pouted.
"Why don't you shower and see yourself out", he said, "I need a snooze".
"Join me in the shower", I asked
"Deal", he grinned
So we soaped each other, he got hard, I rolled a condom on him and he fucked me for the 9th time. I soaped him again.
By the time I got dried and dressed, he was on his back snoring. Naked
Naughty Julie kicked in. Yea I know, I was Nicole.
Called his name twice. Snore snore.
Part 1............. Very gently moved his cock out the way on to his thigh, got my ruby lipstick and wrote G A Y above his pubes in big letters
Part 2......... with apologies to those reading and shouting "Oh God, NO!"........I had a brand new cock cage in my bag a client had asked me to fit and keep the key. We had all been set to meet when he had to go to Paris unexpectedly for work - as you do! - so we'd have to rearrange (with suitable cancellation fee). Now that I knew airport security was in play for him (the client who bailed), I wasn't sure a cock cage and padlock was a good idea but hey it was his money. That was a conversation for another day. This was right now.................. I put my gloves on, got said cock cage out of the packet, gently fitted it on and then opened a HUGE brand new shiny padlock whose packaging I had to open with my teeth. Added that to the cock cage with a 'click' .
I know, what a cow.
Looking about to make sure I hadn't left anything I made my exit. I was going to kiss his pubes and massage his balls one last time - he was fucking hot - but he was asleep, not my partner so consent was neither explicit nor implied. Not that he had consented to being 'caged'. And if I had anything to do with it, the Sherriff would 'cage' him later for a good few years. A great pity. Luckily - for him - this was long before electronic security was installed in the courts so he wouldn't "beep" on entry to his trial.
I was sniggering in the hotel lift at the prison officers having to cut in to the padlock. Yup he was going down. And if he got off, I wondered how long it would take for him to phone Nicole. There was a point..........phone off (Nicole's).
A few hours later, there he was in the dock looking very discombobulated. As you might expect. Me, all innocent in my court clothes completely unrecognisable to him. I got my conviction, he got time. There was no indication his legal team knew of his predicament. I made sure I joined in the frowning when - as he stood up to go down to the holding cells - there was a loud "clunk" as the padlock around his cock hit off something. He blushed suitably .BUT..........and hats off to him, albeit I am not sure he pulled it off (and I don't mean the cock cage  - he fake turned around and frowned to 'see' where the noise had come from.
At that point I felt sorry for him and - if I am honest - a bit bad about his impending embarrassment so decided to go down to the holding area.
"Hi Jules", said Andy the Turnkey, "what's the occasion, gracing us with your presence?".
"Legal visit", I lied, "with............."
"He's with his solicitor............", said Andy. I hadn't thought of that. Was common practice after a sentencing. Buggers. I reality shouldn't have a 'legal' visit without solicitor present.
"I'm more doing the due diligence............"
"Aye", said Andy, "poor sod looks like shit. Obviously his first stint. Walking funny too"
"Please tell me he didn't 'fall down the stairs' ", I raised eyebrows.
"No", said Andy, "walks like he has shit himself. Maybe he did from shock but I didn't smell anything........ why don't you brew up and I'll give you the nod.........."
"Don't be filthy", I sniggered
"YOU should be so lucky", Andy countered.
Ten minutes later I was face to face with the newly convicted / my client from the night before to a few hours earlier.
He glared.
"What are YOU doing here?", he asked, "come to gloat?"
"I don't do gloating", I said, "I'm here to check up on you"
"Like hell..........", he began
"Hear me out", I said, "and then if you want to tell me to fuck off, I will. I'm obliged to. Further if you want your solicitor back for this visit, that is your right"
He half snorted
"Haven't you got a potty mouth", he observed, "Ok.............go"
"As you wish", I said and started to turn
"No, no!", he said, "I meant what do you want"
"Long story short............I've got my conviction, you got sentenced which you may or not appeal.............that, so far as I am concerned, ends our confrontation. Aside from my reputation of being a cow, I don't see you or anyone else who passes through these courts as a number or indeed a win / lose, you are people with beating hearts who took a wrong turn.................You looked awful.........I was - believe me or not, it ss your choice - CONCERNED!........."
(He rolled his eyes)
".........I think it is more than conviction & sentencing.............I'm responsible for your welfare until you arrive at your new 'home'..............I wanted to check up on you so here I am"
"I'm fine", he said, "thanks for your concern. Not that I'm convinced. I mean why would YOU be responsible for MY welfare".
"OK, I began, let's say for arguments sake that I was concerned you might off yourself at first opportunity, In these circumstances I'm obliged to do a report and contact the prison"
"I see", he said, "is that your considered opinion?"
"No", I agreed, "but what was that noise when............"
"Nothing", he barged in.
"Have you been searched?",. I asked
"No", he said - paling - "why would I be searched?"
"Because all your belongings have to be logged and bagged"
"They asked, I gave them everything................ wallet, keys, watch". He held up his wrist to show me the white marks from where his watch had been.
His movement part revealed the padlock. Fuck it was bigger than I thought. Was perfect for my client but this was something else. How was I going to do this.
"ATISHOO", he sneezed, covering us both
"Jesus, Babe, I'm sorry"
(BABE ??????????????/)
"I don't suppose you have a hanky", I asked
"No............"
"Lucky I do then", I said in fake annoyance. Truth was it gave me an excuse to go in to my bag. You see, also in my bag was a pen torch from one of my other 'jobs' which I will mention more of later as we go on. Suffice to say, said torch was not 'standard issue' although it looked perfectly innocent. In the bit where you could hook it in to shirt / blouse pocket was a very strong magnet. Actually, there is such versions now commercially available. I took torch out with the tissues and as I went to open the tissue packet, I made sure the torch was where I needed it and oh-dearie-me I dropped it.
"Oh butterfinger..........." I began then stopped in fake shock / confusion as with a loud "clunk", the torch attached itself to his inside leg below crotch.
I looked at him in 'shock'.
"What the FUCK..............", I began and then looked around
"I need to get security......."
"NO !", he said and to my genuine shock put his hand over my mouth. I struggled and pushed back. Did I mention I was a black belt in something? Irrelevant as shock number 2...........he was BETTER. Fuckity fuck.
"PLEASE", he said, "I don't mean you harm".
Even in my predicament I managed to raise "Yea, right" eyebrows
He took his hand off my mouth, raised both hands palm up and pleaded quietly
"Please don't scream. Don't shout for security. Or that lad - who either of us by the way could take out with one pinkie - I can explain.
I was going to step back but decided against it. Mutual trust was important. This could go even more tits up very quickly. Not to mention my non-standard-issue-torch was attached to his leg, courtesy of course of the padlock.
"OK then", I said, "Starting with what the fucking hell is THAT?"
He gulped
"A game gone wrong"
"A game............are you injured?"
"No", he said, "imprisoned......... before I even got here"
"I don't understand", I lied, "please spit it out. I don't have time to go around the mulberry bush. This aint prosecution versus defence upstairs"
He nodded
"A lady acquaintance put it on me for a laugh. We were supposed to meet up for her to take it off once I won the bet. I didn't expect to be standing down here"
"You REALLY thought you were going to walk?", I asked, "You bet her you'd get off?"
"Yea and no in that order", he said, "My Brief said it was my bad luck we got you. The bet with the lady was I wouldn't manage the 72 hours with it on and would phone her to get it taken off"
This of course was all hogwash but he didn't know I knew that.
"We are getting off topic", I said, "why didn't you just take off whatever the hell you are talking about?"
"I can't", he said
"Why NOT?", I asked
"Because she has the key"
"To what?"
"A padlock".
So you have a padlock on your leg"
"Sort of"
"You either do or you don't and if I'm not mistaken my torch is attached to your leg which would indicate you do"
"The padlock is against my leg, it is attached to a cage"
"Why would you have a cage around your leg?"
"I don't"
I pursed my lips.
"I'm really missing something here. Stop wasting my time. Spit it out, I don't have all fucking day and neither do you"
"It's in between my legs", he blushed
I shrugged. "Not around your leg, between them. What is the point in that?"
"Jesus FUCK lady", he said exasperated, "did you come up the Clyde on a banana boat?
"No", I fired back, "I think my brain is busy calculating what the hell I am doing standing in front of a man who had his hand over my mouth and might - for all I know - have a gun strapped to his leg, trying to divert me by saying it is a cage which - come on, GET REAL - makes no fucking sense at all"
"It's not a GUN, you stupid bitch, it's a locked cage around my privates to stop me having sex with someone else. And the padlock is resting on my leg and your torch just fucking puts the cherry on the cake"
"Oh", I said, in fake understanding
"Yea.......... OH!", he parroted, "CLANG!!!! And I don't mean your torch barging its way in to the equation"
"A cock cage. Why didn't you just SAY so? Would have saved a couple of minutes"
He looked at me open mouthed. That was nothing to when I said
"Show me".
He gasped
"Like HELL I will"., he snarled, "You've had your laugh now fuck off"
"Firstly", I began, "you watch your mouth. I'm your one and only chance of not being a laughing stock. Secondly, where did I laugh? Thirdly, and most importantly I have to see what we are dealing with so drop 'em and flop 'em"
"I need to see what WE are dealing with", he mimicked, "what you gonna do, like, get a hairpin and pick the lock?"
"Something like that", I said, "but I won't know until I see the damn thing so make your choice. You can either wait until you get 'there' to have them take it off with a bolt cutter and have it all around the prison by tea-time, shall we take bets on what your new nickname will be? - or I can have someone do it here, given I know and am obliged to so something about it - and we can write it up in your travel notes, after all *I* am responsible for your welfare or else on that third point - your welfare in case you weren't keeping up - you can take a punt and we can see if I can do anything to avoid options one and two. Make your choice and make it now"
He pursed his lips
"Now I see why you won. There is a fourth option".
"You give me the telephone number of your lady friend? We don't have time"
"No, I hadn't thought of that. You came down here to apologise. You found new evidence which you will take to the judge and we can all go home"
"Good try", I said, "but pitiful even under the circumstances. Doesn't work like that. And even if it did, what new evidence would I present.......... drop 'em. it is NOT a request"
He stood his ground for five whole seconds then did as he was told.
Oh my God. He looked gorgeous. He had no underwear on. My nether region squeaked. The padlock looked HUGE. I'd over done it.
"I couldn't fit pants on over all that", he said.
I breathed loudly through my nose.
"I'm going to have to touch and inspect it to gauge what we are talking about..........is that ok?", I asked
"I suppose it's too much to hope for that you are NOT talking about the padlock", he retorted.
I laughed
"It would probably assist the inspection if I went on my knees", I said
"It's your shout lady", he said, "thank Christ I washed"
"Pull your shirt up", I said
"NO !" he said
"I'm really losing patience with you", I said, "Why not?"
Bizarrely, he lifted his shirt anyway.
G A Y was across his midriff. Believe it or not I had forgotten about that.
"OK, let's stop this piecemeal crap now", I fumed, "is there anything else I should know about........... butt plug superglued up your ass?"
He blushed
"Is this all not ENOUGH ?", he demanded. Fair point
"She fair did a number on YOU", I said, "what a cow"
"You leave her alone", he unwittingly defended me, "I agreed to the cage" (that was bollocks)
"Whatever", I said, "so............can I go on my knees for the inspection?".
"Knock yourself out love, but so far as I can tell, it's a padlock. What's the difference?"
"You'd be surprised", I said, "and I'll explain in a moment. But the truth is I have a thing for fit masculine hairy men and one of my passions is pubes. So...... given our unique circumstances......... I can have a sneaky sniff when I'm down there. Full disclosure and all that"
His jaw dropped and his Adam's Apple bobbed.
"Actually", I said, "I can see from here............", I handled the padlock, gave it a twist........ " so no need to go on my knees this time....... dammit"
He was struck dumb.
"Is it sore?", I asked
"What do YOU think?", he asked, "A lovely lady wanting to sniff my pubes and I have THIS fucking thing pressing against my raging hardon which I cannot BELIEVE is pulsing so much worse at her assertiveness and locking horns with me. To coin a phrase "
"I DO hope you are not trying to embarrass me", I said.
"Lady........I doubt very much that the only thing I could do that might embarrass you would be blow an enormous fart"
That was grammatical rubbish but I got his drift
"OK then", I said, "I'm going to have to go back to my office for a couple of things. I'll be 25 minutes tops. In the meantime............."
I rummaged in my bag for some nail varnish which I poured in to a five-bundle of hankies
"............you deal wiith that" I nodded at the GAY. "...........under the circumstances I can't leave you with the bottle. We can deal with the remnants when I get back"
He raised eyebrows
"So what you going back for.......... your magic keys?"
"Something like that", I said, "I shouldn't really tell you this given where you are going but...........keys are not for letting you in, they are for keeping people out. I may have to call in a favour from a really hot sergeant across the way, which means I then 'owe' him if you get my drift.......... oh dear I may have to suck him off and / or let him shag me. Win win". I winked and grinned.
I could HEAR his cock strain against the cage. I decided to up the ante. What the fuck was I thinking? Other than being a a cock-teaser.
"Can I trust you", I asked
He shrugged
"Good point", I said "but needs must".
"These fuckiing new knickers keep getting tangled up in my pussy. I don't have spare with me and I don't have the time to go to the loo to do this............"
I pulled them down through my skirt and they fell to the floor. He nearly did too.
I stepped out of them.
"Oh that's MUCH better", I said, grabbing them and popping them in my handbag.
"I'd leave them with you as a final treat before..........well you know.......... but it would be difficult to explain if you were searched"
He was rooted to the spot. Didn't nod or try to speak.
"Won't be long............ don't go away", I said sweetly, then added "I suggest you pull; them up............ for the moment. And no wanking"
"Bitch!", he said
"Thank you", I said, pleased.
I went back to Andy.
"Be a doll and put the kettle on whilst I go to the loo and get rid of the last one.................I told buggerlugs I was going back to the office to get something. And I hope you have choccie Digestives".
I went to the loo and put my knickers back on. Just in case he grassed me up.
Andy and I swapped gossip. I stayed 40 mins and went back.via the loo where I soaked a facecloth I keep in my handbag (what do you mean 'a facecloth in your bag??'. Doesn't everyone?).
"That was a long 25 mins lady. I thought you had abandoned me"
"Sorry, it was 40-ish. Small matter of having to go in to a cubicle in the male loos at the station for a down payment............. I can't find my mints............... "
I exhaled in to his face
"...........I don't smell of cock do I?""
Blushing purple, he closed his eyes and groaned. That cage must have hurt
"Well......... DO I ?", I demanded
He shook his head.
"Not that I know what cock smells like, love, I[m str......."
A voice behind us in the corridor made us both jump
"Prison van leaving in 30 minutes !"
Well that focused our minds.
"I'm assuming you were about to declare your heterosexuality", I declared, "and you don't know what you are missing. Cock is FAB....."
"I'll take your word for it", he interrupted
"And men allegedly do better blow jobs. Current company excluded........ and for clarity in the 'current company' equation, I mean ME"
"I'd ask for a demonstration", he fired back, "but I doubt we will have time"
"I hate to worry you", I said, "but where you are going, being straight is irrelevant, your choices are give it or take it......."
He paled
".......and take it from me - and my gay friends would confirm - size is not the issue it cracked up to be. Good sex is like the quality of cannabis"
"I'm going to hate myself for asking......", he sighed
"Depends on the pusher", I grinned.
"Ha ha ha", he chortled
"How's the midriff?", I asked, "Still declaring for the lads?".
"All done", he said and showed me. He stank of nail varnish and had bits of tissue on his belly button. I handed him the facecloth
"Just top things off please but first........get yourself ready for me"
He did both
"Right", I said, "to business........... I'm really sorry but I'm going to have to go on my knees to..............."
"Don't tell fibs", he said, "you an officer of the court or whatever you call yourselves, you aint sorry in the slightest. And for that matter, neither am I"
"I am sorry", I insisted, "I'm many a thing but I would never want to be a cock teaser but I don't want to sound boastful, I think cock-on- cage this is gonna hurt".
"I'll live", he said, "you think you will pull this off? I will owe you big time"
"The van leaves in, what, 25 mins? I won't have time to suck you off, never mind pull you off", I said
He guffawed
"Keep watch", I said and dropped to my knees
Oh my. Was as well I put my nickers back on. I dribbled in to them.
Not going to lie to you, I took longer than I needed to. Worse, I deliberately put my hair so it gently swept across his midriff. He sorted through his nose as his cock hit off the cage.
"I really hope you are paying attention and keeping watch", I hissed
"Uh huh", he lied.
I can't speak, I was having a gentle sniff of his masculinity and scent.
"This might hurt", I said as I grab / twisted the padlock for effect.
"Darling, that ship has well sailed and I don't mean the padlock"
I jangled my house and car keys as I said "Nope.........nope............. fuck it........... nope"
"What ARE you doing?", he demanded
"Trying some police issue skeleton keys which - lest we forget - I had to as near as dammit proposition someone to 'have a borrow, no questions asked', so TRY to sound a bit more grateful for my efforts or else it might be cutters"
"I AM grateful", he snorted, "and if you are referring to the hunky sergeant you mentioned, I'm prepared to bet you enjoyed as much if not more than he did and little as I know you, I'd be further prepared to bet you managed to manoeuvre him in to thinking it was HIS idea"
"Well look where betting got you", I retorted referring to the bet he had fabricated about the cage. THAT shut him up
"Prison van leaving in 15 minutes" someone shouted
"FUCK", we both said at the same time.
"OK Jules", I said, "desperate times means desperate measures, that last one nearly did it. So CONCENTRATE"
At that point time was against us so I got the "for real key" out, grabbed the padlock in fake tension, twisted it enough to get an" ouch" for which I apologised, wrapped my hands around his lovely thigh, presses the padlock against my face, half put the key in, twisted, clicked, cursed, clicked, cursed.............
With a last sniff of his crotch and a
"come on Jules, nearly there, listen............that was three clicks, you only need four out the seven to win...........one more darling.........remember when you were captured in Iran............."
I clicked the key in.
and popped the lock
Before I continue, I must stress there was no such incident in Iran. I was really over-egging at this point.
I gently removed the cage.
Why the hell I was startled when his cock hit me in the face is beyond me. I gave it a VERY inappropriate quick press of my lips (like anything ELSE that had happened could even loosely be described as 'appropriate' !!! ) then fell on my back in fake shock.
"I'm sorry love.........", he started.
"We did it!", I grinned and got up.
"YOU did it", he corrected
"Yea, I did", I thought, "all of it".
I looked at him and smiled.
He smiled back but wryly.
"I suppose it would be inappropriate for me to say ;nice set' and if circumstances were different I wouldn't have said 'no' "
"VERY", he said, "so maybe you'd better not".
"I'd better.............", he started to pull his trousers up.
To this day I can remember his shock when in one movement I lifted him off his feet, pinned him against the wall, grabbed his lovely balls and put my hand over his mouth. He had the good sense to look scared. Quite wide eyed in shock so he was. And blew that fart he had mentioned. He blushed.
I wrinkled my nose and looked him eye-to-eye
"Please tell me you haven't shit yourself", I sighed.
My turn for grammatical rubbish. Was he supposed to shake his head, no he hadn't or nod yes he hadn't.
I looked at the floor
"Not yet. But there is time. Actually there aint so I will make this quick. Think on this Mister, where you are going I know some BAD people who owe me a favour or don't want to be on my bad side. So let me be clear to avoid any doubt or confusion............ if you ever hint so much as a comma of what transpired today, or God forbid chirrup / boast about it............to quote a very good friend of mine............" (narrator intervention: she means me ) "............I will take you out and I don't mean on a date"
He gulped, as well he might.
I massaged his balls gently. His cock bounced and he moaned in to my palm
"Would be SUCH a pity if these beauties were permanently put out of action"
I took my hand off his mouth
"Lady, I SWEAR. Not a word, not a hint. NOT because you threatened me.............but I owe you, BIG time. Full disclosure.......... I WAS terrified. though....... I honest to Christ thought I was going to blow my load over you. You are something ELSE. I wouldn't want to meet you on a dark night. You should quit your job and go on the game..........you'd rake it in, there's a market for people like you".
I let him go
"I'm assuming that was a compliment. I'd pull them back up now if I were you"
He nodded and quickly did so. And grimaced
"Please tell me you didn't zip up your manhood", I said
"Just a couple pubes............. listen............. once dust has settled.............. come see me........... I have some info for you"
"No", I said, "where you are going they don't like snitches"
"Get off your fuckiing high horse love", he retorted, "I am small fry. There is much bigger fish than me. I did it because I needed the money..............."
"Needed or wanted?", I asked
"Both", he said
"Yet, we found fuck all. Almost half a million. No flash cars, holiday homes or whatever. Only tenuous link we could find was a 9 week trip to America"
"Yea", he said, "I needed the money for that trip to USA for experimental treatment for my son. And of course getting his body home, such that it was".
My turn to be stuck for words.
"Why didn't you bring this up in mitigation?", I asked
"What difference would it make? Don't answer that........... I don't care. I did it for my son, the only folk who suffered were the banks who let's face it what I skimmed off them was a fucking rounding error for them. I'm happy to do time as a badge of honour and love for my boy. I miss him SO bad"
and he burst in to tears.
Talk about feeling a right bitch.
I let him cry for a minute
"I don't know what to say", I offered, "Sorry seems inappropriate"
"Look love", he sniffed, "You came to see if I was OK. I am, honest. My boy made me promise to have a life. I've tried. Really I have. I eat, I drink, I shag. Last night, I went out with a bang. Or five. I lost count.........., not that *I* want to sound boastful......... She was well up for it and I was regularly 'up'........ christ I've never had a woman like her who liked a good hard no nonsense fuck."
Of course my tally - including the one in the shower - was nine
"............ As I said, I will do my time for my boy. No excuses, no mamby-pamby boo-hoo mitigation".
God, I liked him more and more.
"Parting gift", he said, "the papers you have which you handed over during disclosure. Marry them up to what we gave. You referred in court to something. The password is my son's date of birth. Hardly original or secure but at least you can claim to crack it. Follow the blue trail, WHEREVER it leads. But be careful, these are BAD people who do this for fun, because they can. When I refused to do more, they cast me adrift and here we are. With the added irony that what you got a conviction for, I didn't do"
MY jaw dropped.
"Put in an appeal", I said.
"You are not listening to me are you? I did wrong I did it for my boy. I am happy to do the time for him so butt out................."
Then he added "..............you will have to take custody of THOSE", nodding to the cage and padlock, neatly closing the conversation down.
I was in shock and automatically did as I was told, shoving the pieces in to my handbag.
He held his hand out "It has been an honour and a pleasure"
Fuck, I wanted to cry.
One of the prison van drivers came along. Andy was in tow.
"Ms................ I have to insist We are leaving............."
"Isn't there a later van?" I asked
"Nope", said Andy, "whilst you have been down here jiggling your tits at our guests, they have closed upstairs due to an electrical fault. So come on Jules, stop fucking about and let these guys do their job. Not to mention you are holding up our sneaky PAID afternoon off"
I noticed "the guy" was staring at me
"What?", I frowned
"Jules............. Julie??????? And HE said ' Ms............' are YOU Julie..................."
"It was on your court papers" I said
"Which my solicitor had. What makes you think I read them or knew that. Christ if I knew it was you I was up against I'd had pleaded guilty from the off. You were a lecture all to yourself on my course and a question in one of my exams for fuck sake"
I near fell off my shoes. What fucking exam??????????///
Andy sniggered
"The She Devil strikes again"
"I will strike YOU and then some, you little shit", I threatened.
"Come on now", called a voice, "everyone out".
"The guy" was handcuffed and taken away to the van. I was unceremoniously turfed out. After all I was holding up their afternoon off.
I fumed all the way back to the office, scheming as to how I could find out what course and what exam. And came up with diddly squat.
Well, for that moment.
That night, I got a bit pissed and cried my eyes out with rage and shame. Not the sex etc, but convicting an innocent man who would block any attempt on my part to overturn it. Yes, he was guilty of other stuff which was well hidden but to my mind that was not the point.
I completely forgot about the cock cage and padlock. Any women reading this will understand a woman's handbag is like the TARDIS. Of course I inevitably had to empty my handbag somewhere under the gaze of security. . Not going in to details of the incident. Enough said. Karma, I decided.
Next time, I'll go right back and detail losing my virginity. Won't surprise you it was unexpected and unplanned. Not to mention un-protected. We were dressed one moment and the next moment we weren't. And yes, before you worry, it was entirely well of age, legal and consensual. Can't decide even after all these years which of us instigated it. Probably me but he didn't resist. Technically, I was a late starter. Sure as hell made up for it once I discovered cock. I learned SO much over the months from the guy who first slipped his cock in to me My dad would have done time for him if he had ever found out
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tbc
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