”. Gina had gripped my hand really tight in her own. I could see in her eyes surprise and shock. She was fighting to breathe properly at my offer, a...d I suspected she thought I was not serious. Taking both her hands in mine I told her in my best, serious voice. “IT'S YOURS!!. As a special treat, you can drive it back here on Sunday!”.Gina sat there stunned, I could see on her face the thought running through her mind, a car of her own!!!. Smiling I kissed her, then pulled her down to me as I. What did this mean? I certainly had been attracted to his cock, but that had hurt way more than it had felt good. But the touch of his skin to mine felt wrong somehow, or feeling the hairs on his legs press into my thighs, and being utterly honest, at the time didn't find him sexually appealing at all. What had felt truly amazing was jerking myself off in front of him with his cum still dripping out of my ass, uncontrollably horny. Doing something that felt unnatural to me, that made me queasy. He was hanging upright, tied crucifix style. His arms horizontal and his legs spread wide apart. Cuffs held his wrists and ankles secure, he also had a collar around his neck. They were of soft leather and felt warm from soaking up the heat of his body. They had been designed for comfort rather than strength and had plenty of give. When he moved, he could hear no rattling chains, so he assumed he was attached to the wall behind him with rope or straps of some sort. Compared to some restraints,. There was a piano bar there which also featured a cigar lounge. Besides nylons and porn, Roger's other vices included premium handmade cigars with a snifter of fine cognac with his gorgeous, sexy wife at his side. He enjoyed looking at her nylon clad feet and toes framed by her sexy selection of high heels that adorned her eye catching feet.She was dressed casually this evening, their first after arriving in town. They strolled casually along the fake Parisian streets in route to Napoleon's.