#91240 - She picked up the remote and pressed the play button flooding the room with the sounds of Strauss’ Blue Danube as she drift with the tunes to the kitchen where she helped herself to a piece of brie before returning to the settee and to sip away at her wine. “Do you know what these are for?” she asked starting to squeeze them painfully, “I’ll tell you what they’re for, they are there for you to control, and if you can’t,” she warned tightening her grip and yanking on them, “maybe I should eliminate them altogether and so you won’t have to try. Holding out the glass, she told him, “In here, NOW!’ and the man took the glass from her, sunk his penis into it and grunted out a very painful, much needed release.