He was black. He looked much like a boxing legend or something. He was also very tall, at least 6′ 4′, but I could only guess from my position on ...he bed. The Michael Clark Duncan-look alike didn’t say anything, and didn’t move to touch me, his face showed no emotion. Strangely, I found that a little comforting, I did my best to emulate him. I didn’t ask any of the dozens of questions pinging around my head, I didn’t start to cry, and I didn’t try to struggle against my restraints. I had. Then her fingers slipped into my panties and rubbed my clit. I wanted more…. She kissed me deeply and whispered she knew a nice motel where we could go. Nobody would know it. She kissed me again when I accepted her proposal, then she asked me to strip and she took a couple photos of my naked body with her cell phone, as I posed sexy for her. We left the store after buying some sexy outfits, then headed to this motel and checked in. Our room was on the second floor. As I walked up the stairs. I had been sulky then too. You drew a smile from me by taking over my painting of those toes, carefully, tongue protruding a little in concentration. Your fingers had stroked the thin skin across my ankle, leaving me to squirm on my seat, ticklish as you well knew. Once I had lost my battle to keep a frown, you were quick to press the advantage until I was clinging to your shoulders, gasping, while you thrust deep into my warmth. Of course, after that you left again. The glitter of pink brings. At least that was what a desperate Dana hoped she was doing.If she could look into Gail’s thoughts, Dana would’ve been surprised indeed. She would learn that the forty-nine year old wasn’t upset at all by the damage to the car, considerable as it was. The reason being that it wasn’t her car, but that of her soon to be ex-husband. He had reluctantly lent it to her while her own, much more sensible Toyota Corolla, was in the shop having the struts replaced.The Mercedes, like the secretary half.