Pulling the sexual strings - Melissa's lust sated once more

The puppet master allowed the cabby to have his fun, after all Melissa was a fun girl and she never could turn down an opportunity for illicit sexual adventure. The more dangerous, the more out there the better. She had particularly enjoyed his latest escapade – she would be the loyal and loving girlfriend, they would recruit the ballet dancer – after all her career was going nowhere dancing perhaps she could excel as an actress? Then the broken leg had happened and it was a god send – it really had added an intoxicating extra ingredient and the puppet master had immediately thought of James Stewart and Grace Kelly in Rear Window. Ah, Grace Kelly, an incredibly sexual and alluring creature. How he would have liked to have made her his own and tamed her in the bedroom but that was before his time and anyway, Melissa and Violet were not half bad themselves.

Melissa loved the idea and it was she who had to subtly introduce the idea of binoculars to the victim, whilst all along pretending to be unaware of his night time activities. She had been particularly turned on when she knew he was watching her, Violet and the Puppet master romping all over Violet’s apartment, the sexual excesses of the evening a direct result of the extra frisson the knowledge of his voyeurism had brought to the proceedings. She had never felt so hot.

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And here she was again, lustily enjoying an illicit romp, this time with a sexy can driver whilst the Puppet master took his pleasure from watching and occasionally slapping her behind or feeling her pert breasts. What the Puppet master didn’t know what that there was a concealed microphone and camera in Melissa’s bag.

Tony watched the photos with unashamed lust, the sight of his girlfriend having sex in the back of a cab whilst the mystery man watched was powerful and hot. Once again he found himself wanting to be a part of the secret and sexy world that his so called girlfriend inhabited. It just didn’t seem right or fair that his sex life, even with both legs as good as new, paled in comparison to what he had seen surreptitiously.

The sex was hot and hasty and the cab driver, overwhelmed with the erotic nature of the moment, hadn’t taken long to reach satisfaction. He dropped off the unusual and uninhibited couple two miles away in Docklands and he carried on his way, a great story to tell his friends and one to definitely keep from his wife.

The Silk Stocking Story really heats up tomorrow when Tony begins to smell a rat.