Her clothes were chosen well also, she looked both sexy and nice at the same time. The khaki skirt she had on was tight enough to accentuate her from ...he waist yet cut above the knee to not be too revealing. The black sleeveless blouse she wore showed off the form of her breasts. A gold necklace hung down on her neck line that sparkled in the light of the candles on the table. ‘Wow this sure is a nice place.’ He said. ‘Yes it is.’ She said with a smile. ‘So it sure will be cool that I will no. If you can come back tomorrow, I'll tape your hands like I promised and really give you a workout." he said.I was so tired I couldn't speak."We open at 8 AM Porter, anytime after that will be fine," he said. They call me Reggie around here.I just nodded and staggered to my car. It was difficult to do anything that night. My arms felt like they had a mind of their own. I managed to heat a frozen dinner in the microwave then clean up and fall into bed. The combination of the three mile run and. I had inquired of Cousin Darcy as to her origin and he told me that she was actually a French orphan that he liberated from the recent troubles before she suffered the ignominy of losing her head to the sharp blade of death that seemed so horrible to those of us that much preferred the customary ritual hanging in public that seemed to work like a charm with the criminal element in our society. Even the small children were able to laugh and play under the shadow of a good hanging whilst the. I tilted my head back and exposed my neck to him as he kissed and licked down it. I felt my body tingle as I got goosebumps. I could feel myself tingling as he touched me; I could feel my pussy becoming moist. He began to slip his hands up the back of my top, rubbing his hands up my back, as he did this he lifted his mouth up to my ear, “Am I going to become privileged now?” he whispered. I knew exactly what he meant, he thought guys that got to see my tits were privileged, and he wanted to be.