His hand continued its journey up her calf, past her knee, and along her smooth thigh. Every second that passed, he moved with building confidence and...intent. It was a strange feeling, allowing himself to just let go and take control.Then, suddenly, the video started playing again. The sound startled Eric, and Millie froze looking up at him.“I think,” he gasped, easing back, “you're lying on the remote.”She reached underneath her back and pulled out the remote. Eric expected her to drop it. I've got things to organise. It seems that every time I return to London, our junkie daughter imposes herself on me." You've got responsibility for our daughter, too," said Zara. "It's not my fault she dumps herself on you. I guess you're more lenient about her jacking up..." Don't take the moral high ground with me. I know the exact extent of your ethics and propriety. Your escapades are well documented." I don't see that's remotely relevant. The divorce was years ago. You settled. Your. I quickly apply the first nipple clamp, adjusting the tension just enough to cause you to emit a muffled gasp. Then I ask you, "Shall I apply the other?" You nod your head rapidly as I dangle the other clamp before your eyes. "Very well," I say, "but you must also promise to be quiet when I remove the panties from your mouth." Again a rapid nod of agreement. I gently extract the panties from your mouth and further reward you (and me!) with a quick kiss. I proceed to arouse your left nipple,. I asked her are you waiting for your husband? No she is trying to call a taxi that time I crossed, I asked her may I drop you? Treat me as a taxi driver . She refused again I convenience her.I started to drive her to home, she told where her place it nearly 45 minutes travelling time where we started, by my luck some traffic extends our journey time we both come to so close, our talks like my job, studies, family, paying guest life, hobbies and friends her’s early personal life, husband and his.