You are unstoppable, fucking me, fucking me hard and harder, taking all your frustrations out on my cunt. You cannot hold it in slap against me, pulli...g back on my to penetrate me as deep as you can, almost to the point of being impales. I am torn, I hurt, my cunt is aching, but I also feel exhilarated, totally controlled, being used and being fucked, in a strange way I am loving every second. I know you are coming, I squeeze, intensifying my experience and gripping you cock with my cunt. Give me your hand.' Timheld his left hand up and Diana buckled the cuff around it his wrist. 'See,fits your perfectly. This stuff is for a guy.' 'Ora big woman.' 'Possibly.Give me your other hand.' 'Whatfor?' 'Iwant to see how it works. Why, are you frightened?' 'Frightened?'Tim grinned. 'Frightened of you, baby?' He gave her his right hand and Dianaled him to the sofa as she buckled the cuff around his wrist. 'Ithink these rings click together. Put your hands behind your back.' Tim. ” So, that was telling her I was expensive, knew my business and wasn’t desperate. Not, that is, desperate for work. “How long do you need to get to know someone enough to work with them?” Her fingertip traced a circle in the wet residue my glass had left on the table, perilously close to where my hand was resting.“OK, let’s stop fucking around. What’s the job and who is the client and why me?”“The job is for a very wealthy film director/producer; Frank Sutherland. He makes features and. "Jenny waved that off. "You need to get a job, but we'll talk about that some other time. Today let's just get out and enjoy the day."Danielle was all over the street on her bicycle, at least at first. She almost took a spill, and only avoided it by dragging both feet on the ground. She didn't want to admit it had been years since she'd been on a bike. She used to be pretty good at riding, but like a lot of things, that had fallen by the wayside from lack of practice. Bike riding was something.