She is a blonde, her hair almost always tied into a thick tail that went halfway down her back. We spent the first day in some general conversation an... catching up, but she seemed a little nervous and went off on her own for a good part of the day. My first sight of her in a bathing suit was a surprise. The bathing suit wasn't very revealing. It was a one piece, and kind of conservative, but it did hug her body like any bathing suit, revealing the narrow waist, the flared hips, the round. The weights swaying as she’s forced to arch back, her clit grinding across the taut rope, raising, balancing on the balls of her feet, calves straining as she perches her lips, she inhales, holds her breath, squints her eyes shut in a forced silence.A jerk, another jerk of the tightening rope, her body arching, shoulders bowing back as the rope disappears between her thighs, her fingers spreading apart, flexing as she struggles to tiptoe from one foot to the other to relieve the searing pain of. Jen and Robert, my colleagues were already there. She had a glass of red wine and he was holding a beer. They would be helping me staff the booth and Robert had a paper to give about how we were experimenting with something called 3-D printing to make molds for the complex shapes our machined parts were made to. I had examples in my baggage for the exhibition. If we could use 3-D printing we could eliminate 13% of the weight and give up nothing in strength. I said hello to them - they'd come in. In my mind's eye, I could see a picture of her sculpted ass."Remember me?" she asked as she came up my driveway. "I'm Darlene." Hi, Darlene," I replied. "What can I do for you?" I really knew the answer already, but it was polite to ask—and I'm always polite."I was just hoping you would show me your... car," she replied. I saw her eyes glance down to where my turgid cock was threatening to burst out of my shorts."That's funny," I thought, "I've never heard it called a 'car' before." I kept that.