Nina:Tales From a Dial-A-Whore
Digging into my bag I withdrew a set of fluffy pink handcuffs. Throwing him a smile I pressed them into his hands.
“Well, you are the birthday boy so it’s only fair you get the first ride. Think of it as a sneak preview before the main event.” My fingers fluttered to his crotch, felt the definite hard outline of his arousal. “Bed or pole? You choose.”