She had no ideawhere to go. It had been months since she'd been anywhere else other thanher apartment and the office. The very idea of going anywhere ...lse filledher mind with emptiness. That had been happening more and more lately.She'd be picking up the phone and forgetting what it was she had to say.She'd be typing and forget what it was she was writing. She was giggling,actually GIGGLING, whenever she saw a new recruit being frogmarched intothe office. She was becoming the perfect little. We went to the biggest BDSM store and looked at all the bondage items.WEUSALL said that they could duplicate any of the items in the store as long as they had access to the same amount of like material. I asked what they meant and they said that they could show me if I bought a leather posture collar and chain leash and a set of police style handcuffs. I did and when we got to the car ReAn opened the bag and was shocked because instead of the posture collar and chain leash the fancy leather. ) He knew that I love fucking men and the bigger their cocks are, the easier it is for them to get me to spread my legs and let them fuck me. Now I married my husband because I do love him and because he loves me just the way I am. He not only gives me the freedom to go out and have my fun with anyone that I want. He enjoys it I think almost as much as I do. (So he says) So I can have sex any time, any place, and any time that I want with his blessing, He is a very loving husband.Normally. Christi set her goblet down then wrapped her arms around her friend's neck and returned the kiss, more passionately.Soon Carol was laying over the other, kissing frantically, her hands feeling a firm round breast covered still in her sweater. Christi looked up over the woman's shoulder towards the dresser mirror. She smiled with her eyes, knowing that Mr. Trudeau was somewhere in the house, watching a hidden camera behind the mirror. The two ladies were moaning, and Christi was playing it up,.