I bite your lip and draw blood.I pull back quickly and you’re even angrier. Tears are welling up in your eyes in frustration and pain. You try to pu...l out of the cuffs but only succeed in bruising your creamy skin at the wrists. I snap my hand to your wrist to stop you from hurting yourself more.“Metal is unforgiving my pet. You’ll bruise your alabaster skin.”The term ‘pet’ does not agree with you in the least. You begin to yell and thrash again. After a few minutes, I lean over your body on. Down towards her most private of parts! Sybil now frozen, just stood there petrified as more strange flush feelings she had never felt before, seemed to come from nowhere! Then the girls right hand slowly worked its way around to her backside and onto her bare bottom! As the girls left hand descended to her apex, and was now fingering her sweet pink little folds. The feeling was electric and almost instantly produced a moist wonderful sensation, one what had so far, never been tapped.. I didn't want to arrive early.I got a text from Vinny. ‘Just relax and enjoy,’ it said and that made me feel easier. I looked at the cock pictures again. Hmm…The address was, in fact, a very old, seedy hotel where I’d once been for a swingers’ party — and swore never to return. I texted that I’d arrived and was told, ‘Room 210 and hurry’.I walked up the stairs and the gross carpet and musty old feel of the hotel was all so gloomy. My knock on the door was answered by a short, bald man in jeans. Sometimes I could be my own worst enemy.He smiled and put the bag down on the cabinet, unzipping it and removing the cardboard box containing my pizza. “I do that sometimes with my sunglasses,” he said. “I’ll be looking all over the place for them and they’re on my head.”I bet he looked incredibly sexy, sunglasses sitting atop that blond mop, the arms tucked behind his ears. A part of my brain devoted itself to composing a mental image of him behind the wheel of a convertible, sunglasses.