Caught and Nailed
Leones [billflyons@webtv.net]
Roger Claybourne could still feel the tingling in his loins as he drove his
silver Mercedes along the Santa Monica freeway. It had been nearly four hours
since his usual three times a week love tryst with Lisa, stopping off for a
couple of hours at the office before heading on home. The affair had been going
on for around six months now and he was thinking what a lucky guy he was. Lisa
was an aspiring actress, young, blonde and beautiful. Having had been blessed
with all of the right equipment, in all of the right places, had recently landed
her a role in an episode of Baywatch. He thought how exceptionally hot she
looked today, wearing a thin, summery, orange colored mini dress with white
heels, no bra and just a wisp of a white, thong panty.
He was smiling to himself, thinking about how he was putting one over on fat,
old Mrs. Claybourne. He was certainly leading the good life, spending the hell
out of Meg's money and fucking the hell out of the lovely Lisa. It really
couldn't get much better than this, even if he did have to roll in the hay with
the old hag once a month or so. He could live with that.
Roger pulled the Mercedes up to the large, heavy wooden gate at the entrance to
the Malibu estate. Rolling down his window, he punched a code into the key pad
and the double sided gate swung slowly away. The isolated, two story mansion was
located to the rear or the ten acre property. As accustomed he drove to the main
entrance, not bothering to use the garage, one of the help usually put the cars
away for the evening if they were not to be used again.
Normally he was met at the front door by the maid or cook or chauffer, usually
someone was milling around.
"Beth".........."James"........"Anybody around?"
Suddenly Meg's voice rang out over the intercom.
"Is that you, Roger dear?" "I'm in the master bedroom, come on up."
Roger mumbled to himself as he climbed the stairwell.
"God, I hope the bitty's not looking to get laid."
Roger entered the bedroom and received the shock of his life. He couldn't speak,
he could only stare in disbelief. Lisa was on the giant four-poster bed, laying
on her back. each of her wrists were held wide. handcuffed to opposite posters.
He recognised the white panty in her mouth, held fast by a black scarf. She
still wore they orange dress, it covered her legs down to just above her knees
but the top had been pulled down to her waist, fully exposing her breasts, the
milky white globes marred with angry tinges of red, her eyes, teary and puffy,
smeared with mascara.
