My attacker locks the seatbelts around my body so I can'tfall out of the seat. He then gets out of the car, thrown my bag on thepassenger's front seat...and closes the rear door before climbing into thedriver's seat."C'mon... you could do it! Just a few times!" I hear the man say in asarcastic tone. Hearing the voice makes my blood go cold."You know how men look at you. 5'5", 130 lbs., tone body, great ass andthat million dollar smile. Guys will be throwing cash at you! Just acouple of times.... She was going to realize what it meant for me to be her Sir. I had no idea if she said “My Sir” flippantly or if she meant what she said. But, I was not going to play the shy type guy too much longer. The fire within had been stoked and her presence was the fuel needed to feed that fire.After handing her the water I stood next to her and took a drink out of my bottle. “Well, Picasso, what is the next step in painting? Due to the fact that you like to wear paint, should I try to finish this. She heard the man wash up and leave.She knew, when they got back home, Joe would like to have sex, so she wanted to be clean and respectable for the purpose. She quickly exited out of the booth to find the ladies wash room. She sat down and expelled all the viscous juice left inside her. Getting washed up clean, she hoped no one would suspect anything other than Nick. She came to Nick and told him that he had to bring the slave back in the booth because she left it empty. He smiled and informed. That's ALMOST killed, isn't it?" Don't be graphic, Kimberly," Jen snapped."Not graphic at all. And tell me that you don't..." I'm not telling you any such thing." Well, I never knew it would be like this. I mean, just a physical act..."Jen sighed. "But that's what you and I talked about more than once. It shouldn't be just a physical act. If your shoulder itched where you couldn't reach to scratch it, would you rather rub up against a door frame, get a stranger to give it a quick scratch, or.