When she was in control again, she’d continue on her way. This was it. The last walk. With a imperceptible shake of her head, she decided. She was ...eady. ~*~*~*~ Danielle eyed the auction-goers warily. They were vultures. They got boxes full of goodies for mere dollars. Several times, she wanted to jump up and scream ‘NO!’ at every person there. She wanted to stomp her foot and tear the headset/microphone from the auctioneers head. But, even as she thought it, she knew it was impossible. Item. It had been swelling deep within her from the very instant her piercing blue eyes had locked upon a pair of ultra-masculine almond eyes a hundred times more piercing, two hours ago outside the bistro entrance. As he continued graciously, devilishly smiling his gratitude for the assistance she had rendered throughout the meeting, he briefly held her once again with the very same laser gaze that had transfixed her soul in that immortal moment when he first introduced himself. Fiercely fighting. Before I could react the guy stepped in front of me and whistled to the cabbie. When the cab stopped in front of us he held the door open for me and asked, ‘Where?’ I mumbled my location to the cabbie. The guy leaned against the door before I could get in. ‘Hi.’ He said smiling brightly at me and held out his hand in greeting. ‘I’m Max. Have a drink with me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ I ask incredulously. ‘It doesn’t have to be an alcoholic drink, we could go to a juice bar if you preferred.’ I noticed. We havent made contact yet but I can feel his dirty hands nearly inside of me She was turning kinky. My pistol wasnt full yet but it was getting there. I held back the thrust or pump of my cock but then bridge grabbed my knob with her long, psychic fingers and felt me getting hard. John, you dirty bastard, you like this. Youre just going to let this man plug me like a hole? You sick fuck. She was squirming a little more. John, he didnt take off my underwear because I didnt put any on for you to.