She shook her head. Dom sat and studied her. She was still beautiful, but she looked tired and a bit stressed. He didn’t know why—he hadn’t been...able to speak to her for about three days. Since the profile had come out. ‘You’ve been avoiding me,’ he said gently, making it almost a question. ‘Yes.’ Somehow she found her voice. She put her hands in her lap so he wouldn’t see her fingers twisting together. ‘I’m sorry. It’s not, ah, not very mature of me.’ ‘Why?’ he asked. His voice was still calm,. During our chats, I express to you my yearn for passion and mystery in my life. Although you have seen pictures of me, I have only a brief description of you: 5'4, 200lbs, bald, little facial hair amd sexy eyes. MMMMMMM my imagination runs wild with thoughts of your appearance. I beg you for a picture, but you do not comply. I simply settle for the mystery. You didn't even give me your name, so I asked "What should I call you?" You reply in a rhaspy deep voice "I'm your mystery man and. I could tell. I had felt it pulling me for several months before I understood. At first, I just knew it wanted something. Later, I knew what it wanted. A man.And I found I wanted to give my body a man. Well, why not? It wouldn't interfere with my mission. On the contrary, the information would be interesting and probably useful. Certainly, it would be my most intimate interaction with a human to date.So I decided Eddie was going to get lucky.I wasn't exactly sure how to proceed. Fortunately,. I was lucky- it wasn’t being used. When we got there, I popped the trunk and found that she hadn’t dislodged the handle despite her struggles. I dragged her into the cabin, and threw her on the floor. I grabbed the handle by the glass, and yanked it out hard, causing to scream into her gag. I uncuffed her legs and cuffed her to a hook on the floor. She had torn her pantyhose up pretty bad while struggling in the trunk, so I finished pulling them off. She tried to kick me, so I stomped on.