Punishment room Stories

Chapter 7: Retribution = Sometime in the wee small hours, I half-woke. Time? I had no idea in the total darkness, no timepiece, no phone. Just me in my maid’s room. Clutched in my hand was a memory of yesterday; Mummy’s soiled panties. I sniffed them, and the connection between my nose and pussy was instant. My other hand slid down my front and under the hem of my nightie, quickly finding my mound. I spread two fingers an...

This happened a couple of years ago. I had been chatting to a guy online, and after a couple of months, he suggested we meet. It turned out that he only live about two miles from me. Anyway, we arranged to meet at a local park, and he told me which car to look out for. I thought I was meeting a guy of about thirty, but when I arrived at the park and found the car, the guy was nearer sixty, but hey, that was fine. So I got...