The place seemed to change owners every two or three years, but the food never changed much. I've heard some people call the place a "greasy spoon", b...t all I knew was that it mostly served truckers and tourists traveling the interstate."For me, the place was where I took refuge after spending the afternoon trying to drum up business as a hooker. The men knew me as a sleeper leaper. If a semi pulled into the parking lot and it was clear that the driver was going to go off clock, I'd offer to. Next few weeks she was busy with her job and went home so we got hardly any time to meet, but I used that time effectively and introduced her to BDSM but at start she was reluctant about it and was not interested in buying different gags, restraints I only kept her till blindfold, gagging her with scarves.She was pretty amazed at what one can do with everyday wearing items like her dupatta and scarves.I taught her to gag herself with a scarf and blindfold her and wait for me to get to her. Light that he couldn't recall being on the ceiling before seemed to burst with radiance, blinding him with intensity as the shock of realization washed over him like a hose full of cold water.Alive? Alive. Alive. Alivealivealivealivealivealivealivealivealive ... Breath expelled itself from him in ragged measure, but there was no pain like before. Onlydarkness."I want to see them," he insisted angrily to the pretty, young nurse, who looked anxiously in turn at the doctor. "Either give me a. Jori raised her hands to his. He grasped hold of one of them in each hand. "Now stand up," he said.She pushed with her legs while he pulled up on her. She felt the dildo sliding out of her cunt and gave a small groan as she came up to stand next to him on trembling legs. The sudden void inside her felt strange. "Whew!" she exclaimed.With the adrenaline seeping out of her body Jori felt every twinge and every muscle of her body protesting. She was barely able to get her arms up over her head to.