“Adrian,” The wood chopper murmured, finding his voice at last. “My name is Adrian, Adrian Swift. Please don’t hurt me! I’m s...sorry.”“...s you should be,” The woman growled.She stood tall and fierce before Adrian only inches away from him. Her icy gaze could have born holes into his head. “I won’t do it again,” Adrian said pleadingly. “Please have mercy. I’ll do anything you want, anything.”The woman’s sneering grin got only wider as if she was waiting for this. She arched an eyebrow at him. My eyes latched onto the pink leather bustier crop top with a push upwomen's corset; stiffed in them were breasts. Not socks. Breasts. Coveringthe shoulders and arms was a black mini jacket, short on the sleeves andhigh around the waist. There was a short necklace around the neck coveredin diamonds. Higher around the neck was a collar: chrome or stainlesssteel, two inches wide. With unavoidable black lettering: "BIMBO".Momentarily I felt rather intimidated. I had gone and gotten the best Icould. She said and began walking against the parking to the right of the building.I did as she said and began walking towards the paint store. Time passed on and I thought she just played me. But after a few minutes more she came by in her car. A red Ford Fiesta.I opened the door and hopped in. I then looked at her and kissed her quick.- Nice car you got there. I said teasingly.- Small car for small woman. She replied fast.We drove off and chatted a little about pretty much nothing on the way to her. Apparently, her young lover had removed all her clothes within minutes of locking the hotel door behind them. He then loved her with his mouth expertly and passionately for as long as it takes me to watch a football match. In that time, she had enjoyed two intense orgasms, and he had only just begun.What followed was an almost seamless passage of sex that my wife had never in her life experienced or dared to dream possible. The boy himself orgasmed three times but only when he decided it was.