Fifteen minutes later they’re tooling along, not much traffic this time of day, when suddenly he reaches over and grabs her left wrist with one hand...and with the other pulls out a handcuff from under a pile of trash between the seats and snaps it on, all in 5 seconds so they don’t crash. And she yells and jerks away, but the other half of the cuff is locked through the floor where he’s drilled a couple holes, so she’s caught good. She gets mad and starts calling him names. He balls up his hand. She returns from the bathroom with a wad of toilet paper and throws it in my direction. I clean up as many gobs of sticky come as I can, my dick withering to its resting state, the low thump of my headache beginning to surface again.Saffie regards me. "You going to be okay now?"I nod emphatically. "Thank you."She waves it off. "No more stupid stunts like earlier?"I take a deep breath. "No." Think you can handle the kids at school?" Now I know I can conquer this… yes."She beams. "I should get. You see, I had installed a hidden camera and a two way mirror in my apartment, and then got Emma over to look after my puppy dog for the evening. The minute Emma was out the door after I had returned home, I made myself comfortable and played back my handy work on the wide screen TV. Emma, thinking she was alone (and I suppose technically she was) sprawled herself out on the sofa and put on a spectacular show for me, which was now the reason for my desire to give myself a nice slow hand job.. She was in a long slender black dress that ended right above her knees and just a little bit of cleavage was showing. She was wearing black heels that made her long legs look even more amazing than they seemed before.“Thank you,” she grinned at me. “So, what did you have in mind for tonight?”“I figured we could go out for a few drinks and grab some dinner.”“That sounds great.”I lead her to my car and opened the door for her. She seemed surprised by this but got in the car.“And they say.