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Chapter 4
Later, Jimmy had come straight round to my flat, I recounted my epic adventure to an incredulous and very attentive Jimmy. Probably, if it were not for the 30 or so digital photos I had taken of Mrs. Freeman & Leroy/Alan, he would never have believed my story. But there was the irrefutable, and for Mrs. Freeman and Alan/Leroy, the very damming evidence of their fantasy game.
I had earlier very carefully made my way out of the Garage and from the side of the house had watched Alan/Leroy driving off in the white Van before making my own quite way out of the large Garden, presuming Grace Freeman would probably be taking a bath of shower right then.
Jimmy knew about Mr. Freeman's forthcoming trip to the States. I wondered why he did not take his wife with him, but according to Jimmy, Grace Freeman hated long flights and always stayed at home during her husband's longer trips. Jimmy told me he could get the exact dates and agreed also to get some ‘special items' I would need.
He himself would have to take a ‘back seat' to begin with at least because Grace Freeman actually knew him.
Such was our surprise and shock at my discovery of ‘Mrs. Freeman's Fantasy, and of those photos with the Blonde, the copies of which I had printed and shown him, that all earlier thoughts on how to ‘Take' her were irrelevant, astonishingly, in the space of a couple of hours, we now had enough information about the, obviously clandestine sexual activities of Mrs. Grace Freeman
Although she was as yet unaware, Grace had earlier that day become my property; all it required now was us to decide how and when she would be forced to admit it!
We thought of the straightforward confrontation and blackmail but I dismissed this idea. I wanted more fun than that, I wanted to observe Grace Freeman slowly capitulate to me, just as in the stories had read. Young as I was, I knew I needed to make her fear and respect me immediately and I was so looking forward to forcing Grace to submit to me.
Alan/Leroy proved very cooperative. At least he became so after Jimmy and I engaged him in conversation whilst he was working in her Father's shop. A quick mention of ‘Leroy' had him apprehensively asking us to go away, that is until I showed him a 6x4 of him, his fingers toying with the cunt of a mostly naked, bound and gagged woman who, quite obviously, was Grace Freeman.
Then Alan/Leroy agreed with us he should, there and then, come and sit in my Car outside.
Alan/Leroy, trembling in fear, was shown about a dozen photos culminating in one of his cock shooting his semen into Grace Freeman's mouth.
He was told we worked for Grace Freeman's husband that we were paid to look after him. We wanted him to enjoy life without having to be worried about what his wife may be up to. Our point, Alan/Leroy was told. Was that if we had to show these photos to Mr. Freeman it would also mean having to show them to Alan/Leroy's family.
By now he was sweating and shaking. We told Alan/Leroy we wanted only to see both Mr. & Mrs. Freeman stay together, that way we would all be happy. Alan/Leroy though, was to stop visiting Mrs. Freeman; he would not contact her at all from now on.
When the next delivery to the Freeman house was due he would ring the mobile phone number I gave him and I would then meet Alan/Leroy at the end of the Freeman's lane, place the delivery in my Car and I would then make the delivery, giving Mrs. Freeman a plausible excuse for Alan/Leroy not delivering.
If Alan/Leroy failed to carry out these instructions or contact Mrs. Freeman in any way, we would know about it and have no option but to pass the photo's on!
Thus Alan/Leroy grabbed his get out of Jail free card with hands. He promised us he would comply with all these things and pleased with us not to tell on him and quickly handed over the door key when we told him we knew he had one. These sessions, he told us, had been going on for six months; they had not, he argued, been instigated by him but by Mrs. Freeman who told him her husband could soon find another supplier for his works canteen if he Alan was not good to her, leaving him with no choice but to assist her with her ‘Special Fantasy'.
The only down side was that, when shown a facial picture, without Grace Freeman, of my ‘mystery Blonde' Alan/Leroy told us he had no idea at all of who she might be. Being so terrified at that time, I took his word for it.
After being given the exact date of Freeman's trip to the states by Jimmy I booked myself a week's holiday to coincide with the first week. I also found a second hand bookshop that had a few' Falconhurst' novels about Slave Owners and Slaves in the deep south of America, prior to the civil war. I read the books during my shifts, what I learned amazed me. Now I knew the exact nature of Grace Freeman's fantasy!
During this intervening period, Grace Freeman regularly called into the service station to have the Ford filled up. As always she got out of the Car and always bent over to remove the Gas cap and I realised this was her way of flaunting herself. She really did more lovely each time I saw her. She was very tall, I had not noticed this before but it made her great figure look even better, she must have bee at least 5'10….6.00' in her heels!. I could not be help get a hard on every time I saw Mrs. Freeman but I was determined to keep myself detached from my thoughts, even if my heart did skip a beat when she drove on the forecourt over those few weeks.
I wondered if she had yet missed the Lingerie I had removed from her Bedroom. So far I had resisted the temptation to openly go in the house with the key Alan/Leroy had passed over to us
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