"You really chowed on that salsa, so you didn't need the ether." Dan laughed as he scooped her up out of the chair and carried her to a back room. She...faded into unconsciousness as he laid her on the bed in the center of the room.Sometime later Brooke stirred toward awake. She couldn't move her arms, and soon realized she was sitting in a chair and her hands were cuffed behind her. She heard noises from in front of her, and what sounded like Em yelping. Slowly she forced her eyes open, trying. “That IS what I want.”She let a long second go by, and then she smiled. “Then, that’s what I want, too. I think that belonging to him might be ... wonderful.” She sobered suddenly. “Do you think he might ... hurt me? Some men like to beat women. I’ve read about it. Do you think he would beat me? I mean, if I was truly his slave ... well ... some men beat slaves, right?”“I would never let anyone beat you, Ann. I think he would be a good master.”The smile was back, broad and expectant. “Then, I. I told him that I had never noticed that.Jon asked me to wear a mini shirt and sexy top, with no bra or undies tomorrow night when Jerry was over for a cookout. I said I would, just to prove him wrong.**The next day, I showered and slipped on a halter top with no bra and a very tiny, white, summer miniskirt that stopped just a few inches below my upper thigh. As I looked in the mirror, I thought to myself, "God, I AM Hot!"Just about this time, my husband came in and whistled and said that I. When she opened them the driver was staring at her as much as he could. Two choices occurred to her – blush and be embarrassed or enjoy this. She chose option B and kept rubbing. She spread her legs wider and stared into the rearview mirror. Even licked her lips. ‘I’m turning into such a slut,’ Dana thought. The truth was she was loving it. Knowing the driver was watching turned her on even more and she was about to let a second climax roll through her pelvis when suddenly the driver had to.