Ben walked home in the post-dawn hours, moving slowly because his wrists and ankles were sore from silk bindings. He showered, dressed, and caught the...train to work. By five o’clock he convinced himself he’d never hear from Karen again, even though she had his number. Now, walking to Uno’s, Ben didn’t know which thrilled him more, the memory of the night before or the prospect of the night to come. (RACY FLASHBACK ENDS…) Karen waited by the front door, shivering a little. When she saw Ben,. I slide my feet in and look in the mirror again. My legs look a mile long, ass looks a little higher, and I smile as I realize that the red sole matches the bra and thong. I wonder to myself if you’re going to get a chance to appreciate that at some point. I think about stripping for you, but I really want you to take me. I want you to show me how much you want me and make me completely forget about that asshole. Help prove to me that it’s just because he’s an asshole, and not because I’m any. Dave slowly rose and then stood up. It was amazingly quiet. She tried to hide behind him. I don’t know why. Safety? Modesty? It did not do her any good. I don’t know how many men’s cocks you have seen. I have not seen many and never one with an erection like his. It glistened with their juices dripping from the unsheathed tip. It was pointing at me, accusing me for failing sufficiently as a husband. ‘Clean yourself up,’ I ordered my shivering wife. She squealed, then ran into the en-suite and. His only worry was that one of their little band might accidently might trip the trap and wind up injured or even dead.When he was satisfied with the booby traps slowing down or even deterring any assault from the stream, Mike started to slowly explore the tunnels leading down into the mountain to see if there might be an escape route if they ever came under siege. It was slow work because he was not very confident with the safety of the tunnel ceilings. They did come across some old rusty.