I could feel something inside of me wanting to take control. I'm rarely the dominant one in the bedroom but something made me want to control what ha...pened next. I reached forward pulling her head up from his wanting shaft. "You like that cock, don't you?" I asked."Yes," she answered still swallowing some early ejaculation that had escaped."Do you want to feel it inside of you? Do you want him to fuck you?" I whispered but not being soft in the way I said it."Yes" she answered, no longer. I was like " those are nice kicks, where did you get them? I've never seen see through shoes before." And she looked at me kind of irritated and I didn't understand. My wingman whispered to me that he was pretty sure they were ziploc bags. Awkward ? I thought maybe it was a joke or something? Like she wanted to make sure guys who talked to her bagged their junk up ? Little mental grenade without telling people to pack some plastic.So were chatting it up and I order us both a drink. She starts. "Well can you help me pick things up? I saw her lips move and barely heard what she said. Then I finally said oh yes of course I am sorry. I started picking up groceries but couldn't take my eyes off her. I checked her ring finger and nothing. I'm Bob Turner and I am really sorry about that I managed as I handed her the last of the groceries. She smiled and questioned Turner? I said yes Bob Turner glad to meet you. She laughed and said I got your name in fact Turner was my maiden name. I'm. But then, there's right now.He releases another clasp and a small zipper at my waist and I feel the gown slide down my legs. An expensive pair of silk pantyhose is all that's between him and my most intimate area. I see his eyes pose a question to mine and I beg him that we can always buy another pair that for now I want him to take me as hard as he can as quick as he can.He pulls a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket and gives me a no-nonsense look. Now, readers, this night is mine and.