Nor whips. XXX The guy had looked fearsome and brutish
The type who controls and commands
No doubt he could do what he wanted
To those who fell into his hands
But for now she’s too tipsy to ponder
About coming back the next week
All she wants to do at that moment
Is go home and get loads of sleep. But it won’t reveal any shackles. so
Swearing she’s not out for “adventure”
But just fancies a couple of wines. As he sweet-talks her, smooth and seductive. “Here”, he says “You take the key”
As he pulls at the waist of her slacks
Then dropping the key straight down the front
He laughs as her panic attacks
“Hey, how can I possibly reach it
Now that you’ve dropped it down there?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you” he says
“Even if it’s in your underwear.
