He shrugged it off as probably not that important, as long as he had other weapons.John was relieved to finally be reacquiring his former strength. He...studied his deportment classes intently, and relished the 'games' that Zithrusa taught him. He liked the 'wrestling', because it was much a mental game, of trying to fake out or psyche out your opponent. Causing them to fall outside the circle was only in part due to power, and a weaker but more clever player could often win by trickery. He had. He looked to be in his midthirties, with greasy black hair and a private security guard uniform. As he talks to me, he leers at Paula with a sleezy grin and we quickly realize why. "Prostitution is i*****l sir. I'm going to need to call this in." And then to her, "You can't be whoring here sweetie. This is private property." Afraid of being arrested we start to argue, "No, you don't understand, this is my wife!" I say.He laughs, "Yeah right. Look, I've heard it all before. I saw her get in your. ” I glared at the swing, squeaking as I was pulled up into his arms and forcefully deposited in the hanging cloth.“Quiet or I’ll gag you.” My face went a little red as I slipped down in the swing, most of my weight being put on my lower back as he cuffed both my ankles up away near the ceiling. “If you didn’t want to do this, you’d be calling your safeword, now wouldn’t you?” I scowled as he moved behind me and forced me to raise my arms into the air, cuffing them up high as well.“Don’t be an. She had youngish k**s so time alone was at a premium. Her parents took her and the k**s on holiday for a week, and I took a day off in the week to go and meet her. Her parents took pity on us and said we could have the day together without the k**s. She wore a lovely flowing knee-length skirt and a white blouse. She was certainly not an unattractive girl, but I have to say she looked stunning on that day. We got in the car, unsure of what we were really going to do for the day, but we went into.