From his seat at the breakfast table, Mocker said, "You look delightful,darling. I'm so glad that you're my loving bride. Always prepared tocater to...my every need, whether it be gustatory or lust-a-tory."Kitten laughed dutifully as the strained wordplay. Cat cringed inwardlyat the role he was being compelled to play. Holy mind-trickery. Was hetotally, utterly and inescapably trapped in this unwanted persona?"Of course you realize," Mocker said as if reading his mind, "you'reabsolutely. It was not a modern rest area like you find on the interstates, well lit, antiseptically clean and staffed by guards and cleaning staff. It was an old time wooden building with only one stool in a stall, a urinal and a sink. All the necessities. And it was clean. As I finished my business I heard the door open again and through the slit along the edge of the door I saw a black man enter. He used the urinal, finished and turned towards my stall. He was obviously looking at me. I stood and. I never take drugs of any kind. I am innocent ... Ugh ... innocent. I am a good girl."She wilted a bit at declaring her innocence because the deputy was twisting his tool inside her like a nasty bully. Julie didn't like it at all and thought it was unprofessional of the law enforcement officer to be treating her in such a degrading manner.He just laughed and gave her back her panties to put back on and she limped over to the holding cell. She had no idea where Maxine or the surfer boy was taken. I am not on here just so you guys have something to “cum” to…I’d rather be the real “receptionist” of your interest. Although I’ll add and expose myself to a lot of people I’m looking for in-person dates both in my home and other places. I will travel to a Dom/Master with a fully equipped dungeon (more my blog “Travelers”) I’m certainly not a “spring chicken” and frankly wasn’t a “swinger” until I met my husband (and at that time there was very little internet.) My husband (then fiancé) began.