Wench s Fitting
Wench's Fitting Love and I woke up early in the hotel room. We had gotten into Baltimorelate the night before. I was nervous, knowing full well why we came here. Love had me get dressed in my vanilla enough leather outfit – leatherpants and leather jacket go well with Love's motorcycle. We got on, with himin front of course, and he handed me my helmet. I saw that he covered the insideof the face shield with pictures – the center one had me naked exceptfor a blindfold, and tied to the bed....