I would love to do it again.” It was an honest feeling, but she also felt the financial pressure, the need for more pay.”
Griff stopped and looked her up and down. Milf sex Griff led her to another part of the cavernous studio where they found a set that looked like an old time brothel with crimson brocade drapes and padded settees and mirrors on walls and on the ceiling. His strong hands were warm and gentle as he clipped the buckles on her cuffs to chair anchors, and he told her a funny story about a model who had gone home on the subway still wearing her bondage cuffs. I hope you understand.” He looked at her wistfully, as if her approval meant everything to him. Every woman knows that line. He rubbed his chin. “Oh oh … oh what’s that? Just remember it’s for the extra money.”
Indeed his offer this second time had been generous, so Sally thought about that as he swung the stirrups wide and the cameras zoomed in.
