Who am I to deny you when you ask so politely?I bind your wrists first, brushing my lips lightly against yours and pulling back when you reach for a k...ss. Teasing, light, and just shy of what you want. You hate when I do that…. And yet it makes you more eager. And I love when you’re eager.I kiss my way slowly down your body, my fingers dancing across your skin, just missing the places you like to be kissed most.Down your thighs, to your calves, then I strap your ankles to the bed and start. Weird. The door isopen, but he can?t get out. There is an invisible wall there. It?s likethe announcer said, you can come in, but you can?t get out.?Have a nice time, fuckwad!? Dirk says with a grin and walks away.The guy turns and looks at me. His eyes get big. His cock gets hard,standing straight out for me. I?m flattered. That is exactly theresponse we are taught to get out of men. When we are pretty enough,sexy enough, feminine enough, then men can?t resist. Their bodiesrespond in a way. Don felt a proud man and couldn't stop smiling as Jessie clung to his arm. Drunken cheers and badly sung karaoke escaped on to the street from each Irish pub they passed. Jessie felt Don shiver. "Are you cold?" No. I just hate Karaoke." I love it." Jessie stopped on in his tracks and pulled him towards her. "So if Karaoke is off the cards. What do you want to do?" Let's go for a drink and we can chat about what to do next."Jessie smiled at Don. "OK."Hand in hand Don and Jessie stepped into the. He moved down to her thighs, Scarface writhing slowly as he dried their sensitive inner surface. Was she enjoying this?He looked up at her, daring to meet her gaze, finding her expression sultry and inviting. She opened her legs further as the table beneath her creaked under her weight, lowering a thumb and forefinger to pull loose the leather strings that held up her loincloth. Schaffer swallowed hard as it fell away, revealing a mound covered in delicate, white fluff. Her pink, puffy labia.