.But his email demanded that I send my cellphone number to speak with me directly, I normally ignore these. But I DO love to be told what to do and w...en, so I gave in and sent him my number. He quickly called me and asked what I was into, and if I could host at my house and follow his instructions..Now that did sound just like what I wanted! My little cock was already bobbing with excitement! I said I was home alone, naked, and wanted to service his hard cock..He then told me he was only 5. Regardless, I was very thankful to be dressed.I dared not resist when Aneeka moved to re-bind my wrists, it would have been trivial for her to tighten the collar and choke me. Besides, while she might be the face of my predicament she was by no means its author. I took a deep breath after she removed that loop, it had been a constant irritant even worse than the prisoner rack.I was very surprised when Aneeka hooked cables to the ends of the prisoner rack’s bar, I had expected that we would go. " He said.I pulled the door from his hand and closed it. "You're off the clock for a while, sweetcakes. John is fine." I let the valet take the car.He looked away sheepishly. "Ok. John." I took his hand and tucked it around my arm the way most guys do with a girl as we headed for the front door. "Uh, is this a date?" He asked."It better be since I'm planning to fuck your brains out tonight." He tripped. "You ok, sweetcakes?" Uh, yeah. I just - ehem - I wasn't expecting you to say that." I. He leaned over and lightly kissed my cheek.“You’re taking me home?”“Yeah. Your dad’s gonna slaughter us for being late.”He chuckled. “You’re so sexy. You should stay up all night with me, instead.”I rolled my eyes, giving him a ‘heh’ in reply.“I’m telling you, you’re dad is gonna freak.”“Yes! Yes! You’ve said that a million times!”He retreated to stare out the window at the white streaks of headlights on the other side of the road……“Hey, Ben.”“Hey.”“What kind of people do you think are in those.