Jane felt a sudden spasm between her legs as a small orgasm shook her. Oh god…mustn’t let him see. She fought to keep her expression icy and disdainful. “Get your hands…off me!” She swung an elbow from behind her head and actually caught him on the side of the head—not hard enough to really hurt him, but she’d caught him by surprise, she thought smugly. At the end of the day, when Mrs. Indian hot sex Handwriting. Oh god, if somebody should walk past right now and see her, stripped to her underwear, hands cuffed behind her while a masked man in black…wait, what was he doing now? He’d reached around her and grabbed her t-shirt from the roof of the car and now he was… She turned her head to see…
Just as the lights went out.
He was blindfolding her! In spite of everything she knew about Peter she felt herself stiffen with fear. She had never felt so helpless and exposed. But even though she knew she could end it in an instant by saying the word they’d agreed on or even by simply snapping the silly toy handcuffs apart and removing the blindfold, she didn’t. However panicky she felt at the moment, she trusted Peter and knew he was doing this for
