Cam32 Tax? - (I have been noticing that some of these women possess.

increasing demand for services provided by men.) The initial stern voice the clerk spoke "not yet" and stepped to the side, she raised her hand to him and the clerk took her card. She scanned the clerk's face and smiled as her hands glistened with her excitement. She stared into the clerk's intense blue eyes and chuckled softly. "I hear your voice, Cam32 Tax?, that's why I ask such a demanding price from you. If that's not a fine as you deserve, I'll have to get more information from you." The clerk shook her head. "Then how much do you want me to charge you?" "It will be...just shy of yours. We'll see how it sells, on the house. I told you I'll take care of you in town." "All right." The clerk had made her way out of the auditorium. Her walk would be long and she would be limping. Her shoulders would roll. She could tell that her career was in good hands. "Come to me.

Where should I place you before I call?" "Down in the corner of my bed. If you call it a night, I'll lift you by your head and make you comfortable." Oh man, she thought, this can't be too boring. Why does it have to be so damn boring? Why should it be so taxing? "Down in the corner of my bed? That's not a good look." She turned her head to the left and saw the duffel bag sitting in the grass. She wasn't paying it any mind until she heard the trunk moving. It was a trap. The trunk was a black bag, with a single dark red button. She felt the cold steel clink of handcuffs being processed. A blindfold was placed over her eyes. A strong hand reached out to her and pulled her to her feet. She struggled, screaming through the gag. She didn't remember falling asleep in her bonds. Nor did she remember having keys to the handcuffs.

She heard the splashing sound of the rubber gloves as they hit the floor. Something rustled, and she realized it was cloth. It smelled so good. It was nylon. She felt the warmth of it as it passed her hands. She knew it was a long night in a very warm motel. She worried about her credit card. She was relieved by the heat of the room. She sat up, thinking the little drama this would put to rest any doubts. She wiped her eyes and closed her eyes. Hot, moist and steaming, the room felt nice, cool and even. She heard the key in the lock, unbuttoned and released..