.. and notjust borrowed... again... you... and something blue... all the nastybruises... black and blue... yes... and again... you... They're not tyin...your hands... they're being left quirte free... so that they can flutterand flail... helplessly... and daintily... delicately... like brokenwinged birds... in the breeze... as Someone ties a torn strip... of yourown pillowcase... fittingly... around the front of your neck... and theback of the contraption... so that you're held in place... by. But that's what you find with the shoe designers here, no expense spared. Still, the costs of the display would be easily covered, but the price of Satvaya's shoes meant that Alfredi was never likely to afford a pair.Standing behind her, Gina's colleague, Sergeant Vincenzo, is more interested in checking out how his DI's arse is moving in her trousers, but his attention is brought back to the needs of the moment by Alfredi's clipped commentary."Two men. We see them here. They know what they are. " I was so fucking turned on (I'd caught her in the past, I'd watched her, and with the history we'd had since we started having sex, it wasn't anything I hadn't wanted to watch). Little did I know I was nowhere even near close to the truth.As I walked up the stairs I heard Ashley's voice again. "Oh God. Oh. Oh. Oh. God. I don't think I've, Oh. God. I've never, Oh God. I've never had it, Oh God. I'm I'm I'm" and I realized that she was having a massive orgasm. Whatever the hell she was doing,. He rang out the register and turned to me. Pick your flavor man? he asked, almost sounding genuinely curious through his sleepy voice. Yeah, Ill have the almond-cherry one, I said. Oh yeah, good choice. That ones really good, he said, almost to himself as he turned. After a minute he turned around and handed me the cone. Thanks… Lars, I said as I read his name tag to ensure his name was in fact, Lars. He took my money and I turned to Cindy, who had sat at one of the tables. I sat down across.