He slapped her again, a little harder. "Y'want me to bite you?" she asked, laughing. Her hand was still wrapped around his penis."No!" he replied, app...ehensively.It had been quite awhile since she'd been slapped on the bottom. Her Mother used to punish her that way when she was a child. But at 18 she'd had a relationship with an older man who'd liked doing that to her. It was the only aspect of that liason, she recalled, that she enjoyed. That, and the presents of money and jewelry he'd. "Ties? You must have many. Four will do, sir," her voice a whisper. "And I will guess a gentleman like yourself has knee socks; just one, please, black and tie it round to make a blindfold, if you will, kind sir."It seemed she was reading his mind. Johnny realized that Veronica must have shared some of his fantasies with her, so she would know his likes and dislikes. Johnny found the devices she had requested, and bound her to match his pleasure. He reached into his heart and found her. I pleasure grimaced and kept on fucking. When I felt her getting ready to cum again, I pulled out swiftly, grabbing her knees and turning her onto them before she had time to protest. I had her on her knees then, her face pressed up against the passenger side door. One hand splayed against the lust fogged window. So wrapped up in her extasy, neither of us noticed the window going down. Her hands had executed the window mechanism on accident. We stopped at a stop light, and a passer-by saw the. “Lana, I know you are a busy business woman these days. And, I can tell you for a fact that mister Hoskins her is a busy guy, well, I know his boss. But do you think that you could cut yourself loose for a day or so. I mean tomorrow specifically. I’d like to have a small celebration of your announcement. At the Elegance perhaps?” said Nathan.The visitors looked at each other and nodded in unison.“Yes, sir, I can get my assistant to cover for me tomorrow. Sure,” said Lana Mills.“I’ll have to ask.