I went driving and got nice and aroused letting porn play on my smartphone, so I found where I wanted to be and started stripping. I had strapped my s...at belt on, but only over my chest (I sat on the lap part of the belt so I could take my pants off, but covered my chest with the strap in case the police came by - no need to give them a stupid reason to pull me over with what I wanted to do!). I was stopped at a red light with little traffic, so I pulled my jacket off and put it on my passenger. I had been doing it non-stop since the day we met. A little touch here on the shoulder, A little lean while in line at a movie or store. Yes Danica knew I wanted nothing more than to remove the leather bondage, and touch her. To tame a small part of an untamable woman. She stopped biting me and leaned back on her knees straddling me around the waist. I could feel the heat from her crotch on my stomach now, forcing my cheeks to a dark shade of red. Danica could tell and it seemed. "Peter, hello!" She said with great enthusiasm, putting great emphasis on "hello". She was dressed very smartly in a navy blue jacket and skirt with a white blouse. I approached her and smiled. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask if she had any Beatles LP's but I stuck to my guns."Hello, Ella. It's been so long. I was just passing, wondered if you want to join me for lunch."She leaned back from me a little, the smile fading from her face and she looked into my eyes. The Ella that I had known. How could she be such a monster to such a young kid? Sage pulled the gun out, removing the safety. Whoever the brown haired vamp was, he was completely right. The velvet feel of his voice in her mind, made her shudder. It felt right. She felt right. Felt warm. Safe. ‘Do it, Sage.’ The sound of her name seemed to bring her out of whatever spell he had put her under, and she blinked once, twice, and then looked away. She had gone somewhere. Sage glanced around, remembering how she had gotten.