My place,’ she said happily though her tears. ‘But I guess this puts the pressure on me to get your … I mean … our … new home ready, doesn�...t it?’ ‘Come on, let’s go home,’ he said, opening the passenger door and guiding her in. When he awoke on Tuesday morning, it took him a few seconds to remember where he was. Ingrid’s bedroom, but he was alone in the bed. He wondered where she was. He hadn’t been here before and the surroundings were strange. The clock radio on her night table said it was. .i used the paddle on her ass. i called her a whore, a slut, a piece of white trash, a dick sucking mother fucker, i asked her if she wanted to suck other men in the office.....she grunted loud as i paddled her ass harder with each downward stroke of her mouth. i told her to get on her knees on the bed....she surprised again because she reached under the bed, pulled out a vibrator, unbuckled the body suit at her crotch and started vibrating her clit. damn again.....Lisa was full of surprises. Only a weird Russian Orthodox priest from Vladivostok possessed similar abilities and he was only lent out for projects of extremely short duration. The man's consumption of vodka was the lore of many stories, mostly untrue.Claude was divorced from his wife of 22 years.It was not a friendly divorce. Claude had discerned the scent of cured leather hanging sensuously from his wife's private parts on more than one occasion and he was able to identify it as the key material used by the designer. After a bit of detective work, he learned that Mz Dominica was actually the name of a woman. That and the fact that she could sometimes be found at this particular bar were all that he had to go on. He was beginning to think that maybe his information was flawed. The bartender claimed to have never heard of a Mz Dominica, but something in his instincts told him there was a possibility the bartender was not as truthful as she could be.So Sam just decided to find himself a table and scope out the.