”“Against yourself?”“No, dummy, not myself. I’m playing Agnes. And let me tell you, she is very determined to win, every time. We’ve playe... eight times so far, and she’s won six. Not much of a gracious loser either. She knocked the pieces across the room tghe first time I won, and I made her pick them up. I wasn’t going to get on my knees, I’d never get back up.”“How do you know what moves she wants?” Grandma really did roll her eyes then.“Well, when the piece moves from point A to point B, I’m. They were as different as night and day, Ashley a stunningly-gorgeous, absolutely-voluptuous blonde bombshell, while Kristi was a plain, mousy-looking woman with brown hair. They did seem to love each other, even if Ashley was cock crazy and forced Kristi to clean her messy pussy after her various lovers were finished.Bill and Erin walked in; the couple enjoyed playing at cuckoldry. Erin once told me she really didn't like fucking other men, but it made Bill happy, or at least excited, to know. You've seen it a thousand times."Sparrow glanced away and peeled the towel off her body. The room was stuffy and close. It stank of rubber and diesel from the street below, but the scent of lavender bodywash was fresh on her damp skin. She sat with her shoulders proudly squared, pushing her prominent breasts forward and pulling her long, smooth thighs apart. Her heart raced as she spread her slippery pussylips with her fingers, massaging her slit while Harte watched. His chest looked like a. I press your back with the arm holding your hair, your nipples pressed against the glass, the cold making you gasp. Your naked body on display from the seventh floor. Your hands raised, pressing on the glass either side of your head.“Please,” you whisper.I release your hair, stepping back to pick something up. You relax slightly and are taken by surprise when I grab one wrist and attach the cold metal of the handcuff. Before you have realised what is happening, the cuff clicks around the other.