Of course I will always want to make love to you." Good. I don't mind if you... fuck... but I think making love is more your style. I don't think if ...ou make love to one of those poor women you will love me any less." I don't understand, Darling." I know. But Andrew, before you saved me, I knew nothing except pain and humiliation. I was just an object, an animal to be beaten and used. I was used to that – it was my life. These women, they've been torn from a life of privilege and luxury,. +-+-+“Hey, Brik” she said to the bouncer as she opened the door to the club.The bouncer smiled and grabbed the door from her and held it open. “Rich got you working tonight?”“Yep. Someone’s gotta pay the bills.”The bouncer laughed before sending a “see ya” after her as she walked in the club.Angel’s eyes adjusted to the light pretty easily, as she was acustom to working in dimly lit rooms and buildings. It came with the trade. She pushed her way through the small line of people waiting to pay. The fantasies I've had with the bikers usually start with me teasing him, telling him how I love to give him a good time. I would keep on gyrating my hips and showing him my ass to seduce him and give him a hard on. I then give him a striptease and tell him my ass is his if he wants it. I would then start rubbing his jeans, feeling the outline of his cock, and continue to fill him up with lust. Sometimes in these fantasies the old biker slaps my ass and tells me what a whore I am and how I'm. Take it. Take what you want. If it's not enough I can get you more." Another brief silence, then I said. "I don't need money. What kind of man do you think I am?" My answer panicked her, and she tried again to reach up and at least claw at me but I got my hand beneath her and yanked her coat from behind, making it into a tourniquet that bound her arms tight against her sides and rendered her helpless. She was deep underground, hundreds of feet from anyone. She watched as my hand went to the.