.controlling me. Strong hands push me over a table. Memories sofresh I can feel the penetration, my face pressed against the cold hardtable, helpless ...o stop it, helpless to make it last longer. Leatherrestraints locked to cold hard steel keep me in place while a cruel cropbites into my tender flesh. Creamy thighs accentuated by a sexy skirt andoh so sexy shoes walking away from me, until all I'm left with is a viewof the bars against the empty room and a desperate craving for herreturn. The. I knew he especially bought them for me. They were really short and really tight. He laid flat on top of me. Our entire bodies touching. Only his lower legs weren't touching me because he's 6'5 tall. We were making out, his arm still wrapped around me. His hand began to reach for my breasts under my shirt. His other fingers outlining my wet pussy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, breathing softly as I felt his dick poke poke my thigh. I blushed and I felt him smile. Sex made us both. 'Roll over.'The couple exchanged a few blinks. His were upset, now and hers were confused.'Roll over,' he repeated. He placed one hand on her right hip, pulling her onto her stomach to the center of the bed. 'Take off these sweats.' He pulled the covers from her body and let them fall to the floor behind him. 'Why?' She was still confused but began pulling off her sweats.'You're being punished,' he explained. 'You'll go to bed on time next time.'Her movements froze and she took a few seconds to. Well, except for this rich lady's man. And he's never going to be here for real. Only in my head. He'd cost more to rent for a day than I earn in a year.The hugger is trying some complicated movements now, dancing its digit up and down my labia in a futile attempt to fool me. As if anyone would think this was a man. The insistent computerised rhythm was getting to me though, just the same. As it was programmed to do.A real man, like my Frenchman except actually here, would have lowered his lips.