Belle needed no invitation to ride Daniel hard.  Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails might well have drawn blood had the skin beneath her hands been bare.  It had been a long time since she ahd dared to lose her self in sex, not since her gang had been wiped out in fact.  She was always watching, alert for danger even when she was being ridden by those johns she had not been able to swindle with excuses, threats, or drunkenness.  But now, despite the acts they were planning to undertake she felt safer now than she had in months.  In short, she pinned him to his seat and fucked him like a demented minx.  She rode him wordlessly, lustfully, but not silently.  Harsh gasps, soft grunts, the rustle of male clothing against naked female flesh, capped off by a guttural moan as she threw her head back, with eyes rolled up in her head shuddering once, twice, three times as her peak hammered through her body and left her limp against him.<br/><br/>"I'll be a lady tomorrow."  She whispered huskily as she slid onto the seat beside him.