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Subject: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part Three
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            In The Bank Manager's Cupboard.

                    Part Three.
  
Karin rustled seductively over to the spiral staircase.
"Come with me," she invited as she climbed the
staircase to her bedroom.

David, predictably, followed like an enthusiastic puppy
dog. To the left was her dressing room, to the right
was a door beside her bed. Karin led him through the
door to a small room no bigger than a large dressing
cupboard. There was a low single bed, toilet, bidet and
small half height wardrobe for possessions.

Having got his hopes up, David was crestfallen to hear
Karin say, "This is where you will sleep, you will find
everything you need." She indicated the small cabinet
by way of explanation. "I will see you in the morning,
we'll get an early start."

David was surprised to turn around and find Karin
shutting the door behind her as she left. He heard the
key turn in the lock and heard her remove it.

Karin felt joyous as she walked to the T.V. and video
unit beside her bed, just beyond the door she had just
locked. She turned on the set and put a blank cassette
in the machine. She set the machine to record as she
watched David investigate his new surroundings on
screen.

Still stunned at being locked in, David was unaware of
the tiny lens beneath the wall light in the corner of
the room. Perhaps, he thought, she locked the door
because she felt insecure with a man in her home.
Understandable, he supposed, but not exactly good
manners.

In the small cupboard he found a razor, toothbrush,
soap and surprisingly a supply of feminine lingerie.
There were several maid's uniforms, ladies shoes and
such like. He supposed this was once the maid's
quarters. He pitied the maid, the room was smaller than
a prison cell. He picked up the soap and toothbrush and
looked around for the sink. Ridiculous, he thought,
there is no wash basin. He put the soap and toothbrush
down on the bidet.

Karin knew from past experience of men what he would do
next, so she took up position at the other side of the
bed. While watching David on the screen, she slowly
removed her dress.

David had discovered that by looking through the
keyhole of the door he could see her bed and beyond it.
Karin was unzipping the front of her p.v.c. dress. His
lust came rushing back as she uncovered that shapely
firm figure, adorned in black basque, her black panties
over stretched suspender straps. Stockings held taut.
The black bands contrasting with the whites of her
thighs. She turned her back to him as she stepped out
of the dress, straight seams climbing her legs from the
ankle straps to the tops of her thighs.

She tossed her dress casually through her dressing room
door and turned to see David, on screen, release
himself from the restriction of his trousers and take
himself in hand. That was a little quicker than she
expected, she smiled as she realised her seduction had
got him so worked up. Karin was turned on by the
manipulation and power of it all. She stood in the
dressing room doorway and ran her hands over her body.
Tomorrow she would have a surprise for David. The
thought made her hot as she reclined onto the bed.
Glancing to her left she could see David wanking
ferociously, totally unaware that he was being
observed.

She drew her legs up. Her stiletto heels digging into
the quilt she started to caress her body lovingly,
running her hands down over her breasts to cup her
mound of venus as she moaned with pleasure. Her
fantasies helping her, she quickly climbed towards the
heights of sexual excitement and ecstasy.

Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson.

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