Tonight after the game, I sleep better.Again I wake up and she out wit her little dog. She return and we play one more time. I never use my ropes on...her. She not ready but I did notice she got many bruises from struggling wit me. She soft woman. Maria not like many women I know. She a professional woman and she work hard. She real smart and like to write stories. She blog too but it is about her work and I cant understand what she write but it look good and professional. Like I always. She would get inside his head, anticipate his every thought and desire, and push him to maniacal heights of arousal. He craved her humiliation most of all. He would get a perverse thrill knowing that she looked down on him with disgust and contempt.His cell phone rang and it jolted him out of his memories. The caller ID said it was his wife and he let the call go to voicemail. He glanced at the envelope sitting on the front seat. It looked like it had an aura of its own. "What the hell am I so. “I like what you’ve made of yourself—I find it incredibly attractive.”She meant more than his physical appearance, but there was something undeniably glorious about his naked form—sunlit and wet in the garden as it was, like a great phallic statue soaked by a fountain. The sculptress in her was awakening again as she ran hands over him, and she dropped to her knees to caress the contours of his ass and the shapely brawn of his legs under her palms.Nature had formed these staunch thighs, the. "Dirk is not going to get away from me this time," Nancy Drew, ex copy girl, said aloud.With the siren warbling and wailing the ambulance raced up I-5 at a smooth pace while the driver followed the exact route Mark and Amanda had taken in the limo. Right then Amanda wished she were riding in the limo instead of the ambulance. "Lordy, this is a bitch," she said to Billy."Think what it was like riding in one of these things in Afghanistan where some of the super highways are barely wide enough.