The third time I heard the shutter of that expensive camera clickity-clack, I erupted. Mister Right had never taken me that high ever before. As I sho...k and bounced in my chains, I could hear the repeated clickity-clack, clickity-clack, clickity-clack, of him taking image after image of my wanton shame.When I finally could focus on what was happening again, he was standing there with my phone. “Welcome back,” he said. “I was starting to worry about you. Do you often have such extreme orgasms?”I. . does he think I am so befuddled with the alcohol that I don't see the contempt in which he holds me ... is entitled to certain things. Benefits, if you will. Including free food and lodging.The Crown is supposed to reimburse him, so long as the knight signs the bill of fare, and I have no doubt that what I sign when I leave will be vastly inflated. The Law says nothing about the quality of the fare, and I am certain he will charge for each tankard of swill that he calls ale as if it were the. .to both. My heart hurt. It had all come to this.If only I could be...my fault for giving in to the need.My answer seemed to take her aback, or maybe it was the misery on myface. She stood up and walked around a bit, not saying anything. Whenshe came to the power cord for the machine, she pulled it out of thewall and it thankfully ceased its invasion, still inside of me.I saw only her back as she opened the curtains and looked out the windowfor a minute. Finally, she turned and looked back. “Not saying I mind, but what are you doing in my shower?” I laughed a little, my fingers still linked, gently rubbing her stomach, rocking her slightly. She ran her hands along my arms, her head to the side slightly as I continued to kiss her neck. “I thought we could continue our little ‘chat’.” She nodded, breathing out a moan as I nibbled on the soft, warm skin of her neck. I gripped her shoulders, turning her and pushing her against the cool tiles, making her jump slightly as she felt the.