I quickly called my sister and said, “Was he supposed to pick me up?” She said, “Yes, is that ok?” I thought well I guess.So, I got in his h...ge ass truck and he was bragging about how he had a huge case of Bacardi Silver in the back and how he loved those and was going to share with me. I thought he smelled really good and was pretty sexy. (well compared to Alton) So we drove over to my sister and her husband's. My brother in law was setting up for a really drunken night with a bunch of. "Yeah, I like you." Would you mind, please, kissing my breasts? I'm simply crazy about the way it feels!"Obediently he cupped one of the firm orbs in his palm and raised it to meet his descending mouth. At first Pamela stood, hands on hips, but as he tongued the nipple stiff, she touched the side of his face, then let her fingers mingle in the short, tight curls at the nape of his neck."That's heavenly," she breathed; "bite me a little." Hanson bit her and suddenly the thin fingers of her hand. If you want the job, it is yours. All I wanted is for you to personally take her through the entire process of buying a car, starting with the crap offer we got from the previous sales manager. She picked out what she wanted. It isn’t too much car for her. You should have seen her driving the Ferrari and McLaren GT at the driving school. Women get screwed over by car salesmen all the time, and I want her to know what to watch out for in the future. Oh, wait, I did have one more thing. Tell me. And it’s fully nonconsensual and chock-full of humiliation. If none of that appeals, then best to skip this one. But if it is your thing, then by all means—go to. When my ex-husband brings me back, I’m in a familiar situation. I’m in the basement, in a metal chair, naked, my feet shackled to the legs, my arms tethered to the armrests, my waist bound to the chair’s spine. My mouth is wrapped around a ball gag. And of course I’m in front of the enormous television screen. It’s longer than I am.