His strong hands around my neck. His blue eyes looking down on me as I sucked on him. His gaze told me I wasn’t as much a women as I was a sex objec.... The look of pleasure on his face was a look of sternness. Ready to punish me for being a bad, bad girl. We met him in a dimly lit bar. I was wearing my most refined whore outfit: tight black pencil skirt with a high slit, tight back top, and sexy black pumps. He was tall. So very tall I wondered if maybe his cock would be too big for me. I liked. 'I Promise!'He put me back on the bed and buckled wide,fur lined leather straps around my legs,just above my knees. He did the same to my arms. I remember laughing when he strapped me into a harness.'Brian, You thirsty?''Yes,Sir.''Here. Drink it all.'And I did. The next thing I knew the room was spinning and I fell back onto the bed.I didn't notice him tying the straps on my arms and legs together,and I barely noticed it when he hoisted me into the air. In fact, I really didn't notice much. She feels a break from the Anchorman role and a spell at the sharp end might just freshen her image, she’s also pregnant and feels she might not be able to commit one hundred percent over the coming months – I’m sure you understand?” Gaynor nodded, thinking that this was the break she was looking for, her chance for the Anchorman seat at last. “So, I’d like your opinion on Taylor.” Gaynor’s world collapsed. Her personal assistant, Taylor, Anchorman, jumping over her, claiming her seat, claiming. He had just thought that would be pushing it for a first visit."Why don't you ride with me to the house. We can pick something up instead of eating out. I'd like to load those pictures onto our computer." I don't have any other clothes with me," he pointed out. "Do you really want me in your car smelling like this?" We can handle it," she said with a smile. "When we get to the house, you can wear something of Jack's - or not?" That last was delivered with a very sexy little pose and look.Once.