"OK, relax."OK, relax. DOWN!" Again, perfect - she set what must have been an Olympic record for getting things going. "Six points - you're already too good at this." She looked up at me, never missing a stroke with her head. "And another point for the bad look makes seven. Now put it away, it's time to go!" She looked a bit disappointed as she carefully put my cock back and zipped my fly. She stood and gave me a long, deep kiss. "I love you, my dear. Lets go!" With a "cat that ate the canary" grin, she headed for the door. It was time to leave - about 11 PM. Ana held the door for me, and I handed the keys to her to lock up as I went out. She followed me out the back door. I locked it, turned, and kissed her. Then, I said "Down!" "What?" she asked. "Eight points!" "Oh, sorry!" she said as she dropped to her knees, unzipped my fly, and went to work. "Yes, you are sorry" I said. "And another point for talking makes nine. You'll have quite a score before we're through, I'm afraid. Let's go." She zipped up my fly and we walked to the car. She opened my door, and I got in and slid behind the wheel. She shut my door, walked around, and got in on her side. As soon as she was sitting, I reached across her and fastened her lap and shoulder belts, then pulled them as tight as I could. "OOOOOOOOH!" she crooned. "What's next?" "Another point, for starters!" I replied. "I didn't ask you anything!" I took a small thong from my pocket, and tied her wrist cuffs to the middle of her lap belt. Two more straps, and her feet were firmly attached to the front legs of her seat. |