" How real?" I want to be tied up. I want to be gagged. I want to be threatened with... " Her eyes gleamed. "... something sharp."I shook my head. "No...sharp objects." But it won't be realistic then!" No. I refuse to be budged. Absolutely no sharp objects."She pouted, and I almost relented. Almost."Look, Lizzie," I scooted closer to her and took her hands. "I don't want any accidents. If I accidentally hurt you I will never forgive myself."She smiled softly. "You are such a worry-wart, Josh.". He slowly inched his cock in a little bit at a time. I was sooo glad he took his time, because as I was excited as hell, I was scared he was going to impale me with that thing. His huge cock hurt at first, but then started to feel sooo fucking good! with my ass hanging off that stool I was taking every rock hard inch, I even started to wiggle my hips a little, this just made him fuck me harder and faster! god, I think I could actually feel every vein in his monster cock! I just had to get off. She didn't even look up, really, even when I bent over and kissed her."What are you doing?" I asked her."Trying to learn JaZZBooks. I'm going through some training videos on the web." You're really serious about this?" I asked, although it wasn't really a question.Saralinda ignored me for a second before pushing the pause button and turning to face me."Yeah. This is something I can do. It's fun, in a way. You just have to be careful and focused, and in the end, everything comes out neat and. To rebuild. He had an older sister who poured her husband’s money into the pocketbooks of shrinks and specialists. This land was his therapy. He was rugged in a manner men nowadays weren’t accustomed to. That’s what the girl with the golden ring loved about him. To her, he was macho and unforgiving in his dusty, worn blue jeans and a relaxed long sleeve shirt. He even wore one of those green aviator jackets with the orange lining. God, she loved him in that. He was what women loved about a man.