Damn I sound like a slut, but I want to go get fucked again.” “Good for you! Now for some more news. I'll be doing some traveling with my boss, an... before you ask, yes, I'll be sleeping with him.” “That's great! I wish I could do some traveling but what can I say, while you're off sleeping with your boss, I'll be getting my brains fucked out by just about any man that wants me.” “That's my girl,” she giggled. “But before you start whoring yourself, let's have a party to celebrate that you're. Somehow I still felt like I had some control, like he was manipulating me into being scared, like he was testing me, and I him. I wouldn’t cave, I’ve never caved! With my hands fastened so that I couldn’t use them without choking I still felt like I had control. I was wrong.I was on my knees in his sofa with my head high and my wrists pulled as far back and up my back as they can come. Honestly I can’t remember if it was one of my remarks that made him throw me of the couch and on to the. I headed back into the house after placing her bag in the trunk, I wiggled my way in between the boys on the couch. Only a few moments later my parents came down the stairs and hugged and kissed us goodbye. Telling us no parties and to be good. "There's money for food on the fridge. Well call you tomorrow," they said as they headed out the door. We ordered pizza and settled in on the couch watching a movie, some horror movie. I shuddered as the serial killer chopped up poor Johnny. I sighed. ‘Come here often?’ I tried again. ‘My God, is that the best you can do.’ Her voice was divine, a little bit husky, probably from smoking, with a faint British accent. ‘Sorry, I am out of practice. Can I try again?’ I said. She smiled her acquiescence. ‘Is that Channel #5?’ I asked. ‘It’s smells wonderful.’ ‘You’re not very good at this, are you?’ ‘No,’ I agreed, ‘I was married for a long time and just recently divorced. Out of practice. Ok, so you tell me, what’s a good pick up line. I’m sure.