”Trish raised her skirt up to reveal a pert white ass wearing a black G-string. The stud fixed her in the same position as Kimberly had done, cocked...her panties to the side, and exhaled deeply as he injected his cock hard and rough into her.“Aahhh!” Trish gasped aloud. “God, you’re so big. Oh, fuck me good.”For the next couple of minutes, the black stud did just that; he groaned through his gritted teeth as he hammered himself hard and fast in and out of Trish’s pussy. She moaned out while at. Somehowthe bond seemed to grin at her, like it was alive. Hungry for female fleshto imprison, hungry and confident of its victory over its prey. For a long time, Kirsten stood, holding the cuffs, remembering how it feltto be confined in them. How the metal would clasp her slender wrists with gentlebut implacable mastery, defying even the thought of slipping them off. Howon warm days the rubber lining would become moist with perspiration from herwrists. How she would only be able to move her. It flowed up to him, but he didn't reward it in kind. It didn't take long for the grumblings to start.His first big internal change was a massive management shakeup. Nearly everyone who had been considered especially loyal to The Boss was now either invited to retire or moved to less senior (and less compensated) positions. Most of my peers and friends chose to quit and were quickly gobbled up by other casino hotel operations. In their place, less senior 'friends of Wes' were soon promoted up. ‘One more outburst like that sonny and your ass can walk. And no, I will not be stopping for you to get out.’ J.B. just nodded and tried to calm down. He had pulled up, ran inside and told the old man the news, and then had to run to keep up with him, and narrowly missed being left behind as the old man took off, pedal to the metal. Now, they were speeding and driving like a maniac, a blue Chevy missile, through the streets to the hospital. J.B. just hoped when they got pulled over, the cop.