I was checking out a property on the west side of Las Vegas for a client. Since Vegas has crazy hours, I had to do all my work between 10pm and 4 am. ...I would go back to my hotel, try to sleep, hang out by the pool some more, and then try to sleep some more before getting to work in the evenings. Unfortunately this routine didn’t work with when my body wanted to sleep. I could sleep for about 2 hours after I got done working, and then if I didn’t get another nap in, I started really dragging. ’ This time I actually did burst out laughing. It was a nice deep, fully bodied laugh that came from one of the good places deep within my soul. The sort of laugh that you share with close friends over an inside joke, or over something hysterical that comes as a complete surprise. Seems that I tended to do that sort of thing a lot when I was around her. ‘Alright, blondie. I need to get back to pretending to do some work here, and you’ve got things to take care of before we leave tomorrow, so. "Frank," she gasped, "Oh my God, Frank." I licked lower and tasted her, the essence of her womanhood."I'm wet, darling," she moaned, "I can't help it." Don't even try to pull away." I growled and sucked at the swollen nub of her clitoris, I slipped a hand between her buttocks and she gasped again as I toyed with her tiny rear hole, I used my tongue to part her labia and she squealed as I lapped at her juices, she leaned back against the wall and hooked a leg over my shoulder. I opened her up. " I start to pull on it. "Damn it." I have fastened it on too securely. I shake my leg wildly thinking that I will fall off suddenly. I let out a scream of frustration! I stand up and take my pants off. Now I am standing there with a white camisole and black pantyhose on. I pace back and forth. I can hear that damn little padlock taunting me. Saying, you can't do a think about me lady I have you now and you are my prisoner until I decide to let go or the owner of me returns to release you. To.