He accompanies me to my home, to pack a suitcase for my spring break at Mr. Jones' house.

"Mr. Jones is an honest man and he has gained his wealth through honest means. Since you'll be here for spring break, you're going to need clothes. So, I'll take you to your place so you can pack a suitcase with every you will need," Raymond explains. He finally lets me go from his grasp, but instead, he is pushing me outside to an SUV parked at the curb. I get into the passenger seat, giving him directions as he drives to my apartment. There are no words exchanged during the short drive. To my surprise, Raymond keeps his eyes glued to the road, never once checking out the woman in the passenger seat.

I do take my time to size up my driver. He was obviously almost as tall as Mr. Jones. I wonder if this is his son, though I figure he'd be my age. He seems to be in his forties, so Raymond may be just a younger colleague of Mr. Jones. I try to imagine what physique he has, since my imagination has a stereotypical view of what he could look like with no clothes on. Tall, dark and handsome of course, but likely to be ripped and adorned with a cock equal or similar to the one Mr. Jones sported.

When we arrive...