"It was the least I could do." It goes without saying that you're welcome back anytime."Bayonetta chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind." Shit... I just r...membered. I haven't fed my dog today."Monique rose, the purple latex of her costume making audible suckingnoises as it separated from the leather cushions. She walked the distanceto her still bound slave boy, his eyes pleading to be relieved of thecock gag and the plug lodged up his ass. She unhooked his bindings andthe gag, pulling it from his. When she stepped out of the car, he took her by the hand, and gently turned her so her back was facing him. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. She wasn’t so sure about this, but she did. Tommy pulled a black satin cloth out of his suit pocket and covered her eyes. “This is so I know you won’t peek,” he whispered. “Alright,” she replied in a low voice. He took both of her hands and led the way. She never realized how warm and soft his hands were. He led her up the hill and came to a stop. “Wait. Everyone had to admit that he was still the best, and if he helped teach them everyone would benefit.He had also brought me the lenses from three more telescopes, a hand-drawn document that showed a cross-staff, a back-staff, and a quadrant as well as how they were used, and a list of the Royal Navy’s old signal flags.A simple cross-staff would be easy. The others would take a bit more time to build. I’d looked at sextants when I was in the Navy, but I didn’t have the support I’d need to build. I was barely able to walk after the hard pounding Bruce had given me. It was all I could do to get back in the shower to clean his sperm from my body and inside me, I took the shower head off and had to literally douche myself with the end of the hose. When I got out I put my robe back on and walked into the living room and there was Bruce fast asleep totally exhausted from his frenzied mating with me, typical male...I just sat there and stared at the dog trying to absorb the fact that we had.