I remember waking up, feeling out of it and cold. Stripped naked exceptfor a corset and black stockings with the rest of my outfit is lying onthe floo... I was kneeling over an ottoman. I felt a leather collar aroundmy neck with a piece running down my back to which my hands were bound. Ialso felt something funny in my mouth. I learned later that was an O ringgag. Rope bound my knees to the ottoman's legs and I wasn't goinganywhere. Like any reasonable person, I began to freak the fuck out.. Please respond. That still didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Who would say, ‘Please respond,’ in perfect French, to a college sophomore in Jacksonville, then hang up before she could answer? The buzzer dinged, and she headed out of the elevator towards her car. For a brief moment, Lila tried to remember if there were security cameras in the parking garage. If there were, she was probably giving them a bit of a free show. But the idea didn’t seem to bother her too much, she had other things on. He swallowed hard as he found himself driving automatically in the direction of the bar after a day's work scratching for news about the latest potential 'it' girl or the next Gable from the queens and would-be De Milles' of the industry. His cock stiffened as he parked up and watched a pair of seams saunter toward his destination.Just the smell of the club gave him an erection tonight; the soft scent of the mixture of females there kept him rigid; cherry red lips and lacy veils from which. "Can I see it?" Jazelle asked me."Can you see it?" I laughed nervously. "Jesus Jazelle, what are we doing?" Can I suck it?" she asked then and her eyes pierced me to the depths of my soul. Her mouth was slightly parted, as if she were thinking about it right that moment.My big cock tensed responsively and strained against the fabric of my slacks painfully. She smiled at me wickedly, knowing what her words were doing to me.I started to protest. "Baby, you're only 18 and…" "Can I feel it inside.