Be aware of your ability to get away however.” “Yes,” you whisper softly. “And how would you choose to do that?” I a...k, inquiring as to your safe word. “Red”. “Great, we’ve got an understanding then,” I say into your ear and kiss you on the cheek. You simply nod and I stand behind you again. I casually retrieve my bag from the doorway and bring it back to where you are seated. I pull from it a set of heavy black metal cuffs and ratchet them. I enrolled at Carleton University to continue my studies, and got a job as a security guard to make ends meet. I got nothing but love for my uncle and aunt but I needed my own place. I used my first paycheck, eight hundred dollars, to pay for a one-bedroom apartment in the Vanier sector of Ottawa. I found the apartment while browsing through the website Kijiji. It’s a great place to find cheap deals. My apartment was basically the size of a shoe box but it’s my shoe box. I liked it because it. But he proceeded slow and gently. Suddenly after only a few minutes I saw this strained look on his face. “Oh yes that was good.” That's all he said and pulled his penis out of me. It was shrinking in size as he got off my body and lay beside me. I thought to myself that's what I waited all my life for? That was it? My pussy felt like it was still in need still wanting some kind of satisfaction. That's when I looked down at it and saw blood. What the heck was the matter. Had Paul. He lives in Halfway, about seventy miles down a narrow, twisting, two-lane highway from Baker City. I thought about our motel room with two queen sized beds, and without even thinking, asked Brian, “Why don’t you spend the night in our room. We’ve got an extra bed we’re not using.” Michelle glanced over at me with that grin on her face that said she knew I was up to something. Brian asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.” “I can’t think of any reason why not, the extra bed’s just.