The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer - Sex Stories

The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

... to myself."

"Your apartment has a garage underneath where I can park discretely and I know there is a lift with access by either a swipe card or security phone. You would know I am coming and I will come straight up in the lift. It's easy."

He had it all worked out and I couldn't see a problem.

The visit ended, and we flew back to the Gulf, the same limo driving me back to the flat. Hamid gave me a Rolex (discretely) as a parting gift for the trip. I felt a little like a kept woman, but what the hell!!

I still had my job and my self-respect. It escaped my recognition that I might be in for serious problems. It didn't seem to matter much. I could always up and leave if things got too tricky. With my experience, I could get a job anywhere. There was a limit to life in the Gulf.

Back at the apartment, I met with Hamid several times. Looking at my naked person seemed to please him as much as anything, and he wasn't at all kinky. Cuddling and petting satisfied him when what I wanted was a hard, steamy session!

He didn't like oral either way. I let him see me wash on the bidet once, in case he was concerned about hygiene. It was all a little boring!

He gave me little gold presents, which a girl always likes! But after a few months, strange things happened. I would come back to the apartment and get the feeling that someone had been in. Hamid did not have a key, and there were two locks on the door. One was a five-tumbler Swedish security lock and if I was ...

... going out for five minutes, I always locked both of them.

I was so sure that things were being moved that I started putting one of my hairs in the door of my bedroom, trapping it tight against the doorframe before I left. Then one day when I got back, not only had the hair moved but also the door was just ajar.

I never, ever left it like that and the door latch engaged perfectly. This scared me, as this was definitive proof. I looked carefully around the flat, and I found that my address book was out of place. My collection of CDs and cassettes that I kept in order was now slightly out of order and I could swear that a couple of cassettes were missing.

I never, ever left things like that, as I am a methodical person and I wondered what to do. This seemed a little too sophisticated for the local police. I had no definite proof, and I was afraid of attracting attention.

The police were OK at rounding up illegal immigrants and running speed traps, but not too much else. Neither did I want to, nor could I talk about it at work. I simply did not know what to do.

Things got worse. I noticed unusual cars in the garage at the apartment and one day, there was a local guy just sitting in a car doing nothing. Eventually, I plucked up the courage and called Hamid on his mobile. He came round later on that evening looking worried and wearing local gear and dark glasses.

Hamid never normally did that. His agitation showed. He said, "We have to stop seeing each other. Perhaps ...