She was right, and as it was self-sorting, I took to just grabbing blindly for whatever I needed, and throwing it back in when I was done.) I had to s...orten the handlebars down into the fork to the last setting, and then reverse the sweep of the bars so that instead of a goat horn sweep, they had a cow horn sweep. After I moved the control levers to the bottom part of the curve, I could reach them fairly comfortably. I adjusted the seat back pinion to the forwardmost adjustment, and it worked. “Yeah, take it, you slut!” Jack said. He moved a hand off her breast and grabbed a handful of hair instead, pulling her head back with a gentle tug. She screamed in appreciation.“Fuck, fuck, yeah, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!” she declared, then let out a shriek loud enough to convince anyone she’d just reached orgasm. Jack pulled out of her and stepped back, allowing her to stand and face him. “So did we save him from drowning in time?”“I think he needs mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, baby,” Jack. You awaken to more darkness and an inexplicable inability to move. A rough, scratchy surface seems to be covering your face and head, and your arms are bound behind your back by a length of metallic cord wrapped around your mid-torso. For added measure, your ankles have been manacled together with only enough slack to take little baby steps. A gruff voice commands you to get up and walk, and you feel something grab your arms. You’re pushed a step or two forward and the ground disappears from. As a police officer, she knew better. As a woman in love, she couldn't stand the thought of losing him to death.There was no way she could balance the two, not now. Not tonight."What's going through that beautiful head of yours?" Nick reached out and took her hand, pressing a kiss on the back. He held it to his lips, looking at her for a few seconds before returning his attention back to the road. He had been wanting to touch her all day, and now that he could, he wasn't going to waste.