The movie was still playing and I was still wide awake (as tired as I get, I never get sleepy) so I kept watching it. I am an 18 year old guy, and she...is 18 years old as well. So as a young guy, almost anything gets me in the mood. One of my fetishes is the neck and legs, I am a pretty wild guy so I have a few fantasies too. But this night was nothing I imagined. She was still asleep and I kept watching the movie, but I couldn't help to get distracted by her beautiful neck.I leaned over to kiss. Sit down and drink a cup of coffee, open my laptop and check a few things – email, the local news station.Barry’s in the news. Apparently getting assaulted in a parking lot by a bat-wielding dumbass is newsworthy, especially when you’re forced to perforate the doofus. I resign myself to the fact that Barry’s probably getting a lot of questions about it as it becomes public. At least the TV station didn’t send a reporter out to cover the event.And a look on-line for the application process for. Supposing I had you handcuffed and then...."She closed her eyes and rhythmically pumped herself up and down as she concentrated on what she was thinking of. Having me handcuffed was not enough, I knew there had to be something more."And then what?" I asked, impatient to find out what was turning her on so much. "Once you've got me handcuffed, what then? What's on that deliciously kinky mind of yours?" If you were handcuffed then I could... I could... I could watch as... watch as... watch as you. My body ached to be abused in that way by him. Yet her style seemed far more intriguing. More careful, mixing pain and pleasure to break down her prey's resistance, confusing their senses until they were hopeless, lost in a maze of sensations. Then, when they were ready, making them not just want, but need and beg pathetically for whatever she wished. The way she spoke of punishing and rewarding her toys to bring them to that state, of catching them in a web of hopes, fears and desires, and.