Sausages for the Slave Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Sausages for the Slave Ch. 16

... may not be there. Don't panic, I will turn up and release you. Dan was happy with that. He could just about sit comfortably on the foam mattress, without his head hitting the roof of the trailer. He reached out and pulled the door closed, hearing the outside bolt dropping shut automatically. He was locked in. By the gloomy light of the interior, Dan examined his supplies. Two spare diapers, a pair of grey track legs and a matching top that looked remarkably like what he used to wear at home in Manor Homes Village, a pair of trainers, a bottle of water, and two ham and cheese baps. He would survive.

Dan settled in to wait. Eventually, he heard a vehicle pull up. Somebody rattled the door of the trailer which confirmed that it was locked. No attempt was made to communicate with him, no friendly slap on the side of the trailer even. Must be a strictly confidential deal, Dan supposed. Ask no questions, expect no answers. The less you know the better. If the trailer door is locked then you are good to go. Just deliver the box to the address and get out of there. Dan felt the trailer lift and drop onto the hitch of the vehicle, probably a pickup. Then they were off. He decided the airfield had been under observation and the arrival of the mystery Lear jet reported. While he was walking along the side of the hanger he had noticed a storage and van rental place just outside the perimeter fence. That's probably where this trailer came from, he speculated, as he shuffled down ...

... into the sleeping bag.

He had no watch and couldn't see out of the enclosed trailer. Dan found it hard to judge their progress. The sun had gone down as the aircraft reached its destination. Dan reckoned it was now maybe nine in the evening, local time. He had no idea what time it was Paris, but he knew he'd had a long day. He lay down in the sleeping bag and let his mind drift to the prospect of having a good time with Elizabeth tomorrow after he was delivered to her door and had a good night's sleep. She'd probably drop a pan on the floor at breakfast, her in her sexy Britney outfit. He'd chastise her heartily, before having her slip between his knees to lustily suck on his dick. Good times ahead. Dan fell asleep. He came to suddenly when they seemed to slow down. Coming off the highway, Dan decided. After a few stops and starts that seemed like traffic lights, he knew they were near. Then they slowed and stopped. He heard some talking. The gated entrance to Manor Homes Village. Dan's pal the security man doing his job. Next, the trailer reversed and was unhitched. Without any indication, no slap of goodbye on the side panel, Dan heard the tow vehicle drive away. The package had been delivered as instructed. The waiting began again.

Dan must have dozed off. The sound of the bolt being pulled back and the trailer door opening woke him. It was dark outside. Dan blinked to try and clear his vision and focus on the figure standing at the trailer door.

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