”I nodded and smiled. He tilted his head looking at me and said “I don't mean to be insensitive, but are you sure you're okay?”Looking down at t...e ground I said “Yes... I am fine.”He said “I don't think you are okay. You just walked through traffic like you had a death wish, what happened?”I looked up at him and knew he could see I was not well composed, something that is deeply embarrassing to me. Honestly I did not know what to do, I was on autopilot and unable to form a response. Seeing. ‘Well you know Mrs Smith. I have to pay him for the trip!’ she tripped out.‘Pay him, love?’ I asked.‘Yes. It is OK, I am sure a blow job will be OK. He loves me to suck him as he drives about. My head down in his lap as he drives me.’ She explained.‘I said to her,’ Fuck, he is amazing. I bet you’re full of him all the time then love?’Quietly she uttered….’ Yes, I guess I am. Most days I use the cab and I pay him so as I don’t have enough money. Longer trips I give him more. I will let him watch. As we got to the door of the limo, which was being opened by the driver, I noticed my boss was there with Vivian. His eyes were firmly on my daughter and my first instinct was to punch his lights out. My daughter tightened her grip on my hand and I remembered then that this was the response we wanted. We arrived at Gregory's and were given a very VIP table. We were offered drinks and I was surprised and more then a little upset when my daughter ordered a margarita. As dinner was winding down I. “Damien didn’t make a rule about your legs being tied up but if he catches you with them closed I am sure you’ll have your ankles tied to the end of the chair as well,” Brock chuckled. He knew Savannah pouting for sympathy was an act.“The guys are at some Harley weekend with Dad. They won’t be back! Can you just make an exception this one time?” Savannah pleaded as she twisted her hands in the cuff to test her ability to wriggle out of them.Brock squeezed the cuffs around her wrists to make.