<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… in the taxi she cuffs my hands ... what kind of girl carries handcuffs? ... settle into being her toy ... little shiver …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Nikita? How should I address you while I am your toy? You may call me toy or other names, I'd like that. I, um, should we have a safe word or gesture? I mean, we just met and we don't know where this goes, but it could go too far.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she reaches inside my thin blouse and fondles my bare tit ... and then seizes my jaw for a hard, forced kiss that feels like it could bruise my lips ... but quick so maybe not ... when she breaks it, lick my lips and let the tremor run through me …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Oh wow!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… this is my lucky night! …</em></span></span>