"Come on," he cajoled. "Whattaya got ta lose?" He tilted his head and nodded it. I started wondering which game show he was the host of." Here, relax,...just sit down on this thick rich leather and then tell me you don't want to drive it?" he said. "Let me open the..." He started reaching for the door handle and both door locks snapped into the locked position. It was the weirdest fucking thing I've ever seen." He just looked at me and then erupted in that huge fake ass smile again." He pointed. Catherine’s sensitive nipples brushed against it as she began making love to the dildo mounted on top. Catherine climbed up and knelt on the right kneepad which was mounted on one side of the saddle. Sensing no threat, as the machine had not been turned on, she swung her left leg over the saddle. The position caused her knees to be spread slightly. As her left knee touched the smooth surface of the other kneepad, she felt the tip of the enormous dildo lightly spread her labia. ?Oh god?. I shall be expeditious."He shook his head. "Killer accent, Warren. Keep it up and we might let you stick around."I gave him a stiff little bow and trotted off toward the stairs. Once I was out of sight, I ducked into the bathroom (no "Men" sign on it; I guess they'd make arrangements once the party started). Luckily for me, I had seen the delightful Caroline DeLocca with Chris once or twice; in a matter of moments I was peeling off the Butler Warren suit, flicking my shoulder-length cinnamon. My interviewer pulls restraints from her desk and fastens them to my wrists and ankles. An Open Wide mouth Gag is place on my head. The guard release her hold on me, I am helpless as I try to wrestle myself loose. My mind race with terror. Pamela pets my head and tries to calm me. She states that she is a retired old man with strange desires. She has been tracking me and my computer hits and has decided to make me her slave. She has read all my other writing and realizes that I am the perfect.