It was only as I sensed his orgasm approaching that I understood the second part of his request. I backed off before he could blow his load and let h...s excitement die down enough that the urge to cum passed, then started sucking him again. “Oh, yeah, good girl,” he groaned. “That’s nice.”Thrilled that I had figured out what he wanted, I continued the process, sucking him to the verge of orgasm, then backing off until he was back under control. It became a type of game as I wondered how many. I’ll see to it that you are never bored in bondage?never ever! For example?we haven’t even started playing with electricity yet, or water bondage, and we've just touched on breath play! God, the possibilities are endless?and then there are so many other places in which to tie you up and torment you, that are far more risky and far more public!! My mind is racing, but you’ll never have to worry about boredom. Nope, never!?She shuddered, but smiled gently. After He strapped her into the. .. I was just about to bend over the sink and ask if you wanted to trade for some quick morning pussy but just a blow-job? Today is gonna be a good day... "I don't know Roberto, a blow-job for a gram? Seems kinda pricy... I know how much you get your shit for." "It doesn't matter what I get my shit for, who's your hook-up? Oh that's right... It's me. So what matters is what you get your shit for and right now that's forty-five. You know how things are with this economic crisis, tough times.. Verlander has grown to, more or less, like me, or at least not show the hate that Mr. Spencer was showing. At the end of the ‘conversation’, Mr. Verlander and Mr. Spencer were talking, in private, and I was just sitting there, not sure what to do. I couldn’t hear what the were saying, but from what it looked like Mr. Verlander was giving the business to Mr. Spencer. Mr. Spencer looked like a sad puppy, in other words he did not agree with Mr. Verlander. ‘Well, Mr. Jones,’ Mr. Verlander started.