“If you didn’t want to do this, you’d be calling your safeword, now wouldn’t you?” I scowled as he moved behind me and forced me to raise my...arms into the air, cuffing them up high as well.“Don’t be an ass.” I snapped. His eyes flicked towards me, dark with something that almost looked like impatience. But my Dom didn’t get impatient a lot. “Is that your ‘Shut the hell up or you get the ball gag’ look? ‘Cause I’m not sure how convincing it is.” I tried hard not to shudder as an eerie smile came. The road ahead of us was straight and empty and she took the opportunity to stare into the rearview mirror with that same air of defiance radiating from her. I was positioned in such a way that only my eyes were clearly visible in the reflection and she stared into them as I stared back at her, defiance, passion, lust and anticipation filling the car. Still staring into one another’s eyes I slid my finger down into her quivering pussy and found her clit with my thumb. I held her gaze as I. "Oh, by the way, I got a letter from Trent. He wants to come for a visit. School will be out in a couple of weeks and he'd like to spend the summer," said Randy one morning."I ... uh ... sure. I'll fix up the other bedroom for him." He may just be fifteen but he learned about the birds and bees a long time ago." What does that mean?" she asked."He likes girls, Marsha. He likes them a lot." Meaning he's experienced." Yeah, but I don't want him running around while he's here and possibly getting. "Brandon? What the hell happened?" Your boyfriend tricked me. He got me thinking about a big-chested stripper before I went through the gate." Brandon was pouting at his predicament, but he couldn't see how sexy it made him look.Anya bit her lip. "Sorry about that, but I can't undo it." She glanced at Rob. "Brandon doesn't fit the image you were looking for."Rob glanced, and then nodded. "Sorry, Brandon, but you look like a stripper, and we wanted more of a girl-next-door look. I don't think.