While Draven got undressed, her attention was on the shoot; she had a way of being able to hold her job in higher regard than her hormones though she didn't know if her counterparts in other studios had that same ability.  If the truth was told, she didn't give a flying shit either.  Her studio was her life, her shoots what fed her.  She did her job and played when the work was taken care of.<br/><br/>She grabbed the card and pushed her body against the handle to get it rolling, once it started moving it was just a matter of steering.   "Yup. Pain… in… the… ass…to make!" she grunted out, pulling the cart to a stop.  "The first three designs were a complete fail, I have two sets, one with moving rings though they tend to stick a little, and these with stationary rings.  Dad was a mechanic and I've done some work on my own vehicles in the past… mostly bikes but I don't ride much these days."  She traded her Harley in for a Casio with a zoom lens, so to speak.<br/><br/>"I'll tie you up when we get the scene set, unless you want a limb pulled too far out of place compared to the others.  Safety first, big boy."  She grinned as her eyes fell on Draven's cock.<br/>