Metal collars. Whips. Something electric that I assumed was a cattle prod. Other objects of which I had no concept except that I was sure they were in...ended to cause pain. It was all black plastic, chromed metal, burnished steel. Cold. Detached. Clinical. 

"You can't." I gasped.

He laughed. "I can do whatever I want."

"But Winston will see the marks and find out."

"Oh, we can do quite a lot without leaving marks. For now I only want you to see and wonder."

On the late flight to Boston, I. Before you answer, let me explain that I’m the only 1 here. There’s no men here.” She lets that sink in. “There’s a hose there at the end of the porch. You could take off your muddy clothes and I’ll get you some soap and I think I still have a towel in the house. You see, I don’t live here yet, I’m just staying overnight while I work on the house. I just loaded my work clothes in the washer, & I can wrap your muddy clothes in the towel after you use it. I’ll wash your clothes too. After you’re. He said that everybody who came into your life, whether you were rich or poor, was going to want something from you and that it was a mistake to cut people out just because you figured out what they wanted. He also said I could miss a lot of life if I worried about people wanting things from me instead discovering what they wanted, what they had to offer, and if both couldn’t be accommodated.”Pilar didn’t like being lumped in with gold diggers, but she couldn’t deny she wanted something from. I could tell that Mike was super horny so I thought I'd just go for it. I looked at Mike, smiled and said that I wanted to try sucking his cock. I remember Mike grinning and said yes please.Mike laid down on the floor and I positioned myself between his legs. I had thought that he would had offered to do this to me weeks ago, but he had never asked again. I remember looking at his throbbing head (he was cut too) with my hand wrapped around his shaft and thinkig that there was no turning back.