" You're pimping me out!"We both laughed, when she said, "That's what I said!"She continued, "Do you still drive the red Jeep?" Yes."Drive to Marco It...lia and meet me in the parking lot.I pulled into the parking lot twenty minutes later. The Marco Italia was a banquet hall and the lot was half filled. I spotted Daisy as she waved from the front of a family-style mini van. When I parked in the next spot, Daisy slid open the back door for me and hopped back into the front passenger seat.I jumped. Those odd views of men as submissive and women asdominates. Diapers and ruffled panties are the extreme over such things.Tweaks the hell out of main stream's comfortable stereotypes. Hey,consider yourself lucky. At least I won't have to tuck you like poor Bobwas." Helen said snapping the second glove on."Tuck?" Mark asked."Tuck as in hidden!" Bobby played that Ballerina in the movie My DearestHunter. Poor guy spent weeks wearing a gaff! Sometimes took him minutesjust to go to the bathroom. Most. Somehow he needed to feel that and he wasn't about to stop. That was Ok, I knew that if I relaxed, my ass would soon adjust to his cock size. I recall turning my head to the side to speak. "Man you really stretch me out fast when you do that." I said. "Is it hurting too much?" he asked. "I can take it." I said as I felt him ram it in deep one more time. "Good" he said, "Your ass needs to be fucked hard." Before I turned back to bite the pillow, I noticed the time on the alarm clock sitting on. ‘Don’t screw with me! What the hell did you do with it?’ I gave her my best mysterious smile. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ Chrissie was furious. I thought I might have pushed it a little too far, because I could tell she was considering lighting me up with the stun gun, despite the potential idiocy of such a move. Finally, she turned to Laura and Tonya. ‘It’s around here somewhere. Find it.’ Laura shook her head. ‘We don’t have that kind of time, Chrissie. It could be anywhere. The client isn’t.