The ditzy blonde would rather get pounded by the cop than take the ticket.

His Rope, grass rope, twisted and taped into a biting demon at one end, frayed and knotted at the other. It doesn’t take long to get to his shop and my heart picked up the pace as I saw him standing in the shadows of the windows waiting for me. XXX His words were like a hand around my throat, giving and taking breath as the desert sting of the Rope ate me. I squirmed and mewled and he whispered obscenities in my ear as he pressed and rubbed and squeezed until I was thrashing and squirting. Suddenly I could hear faint music in the background and that soothed me. He stepped away from me and I shook my head, hating the wet panties in my mouth, the blindfold, imagining what