.real close!?Michelle and her friends had been in near hysterics watching Hiram bend over to put both his hands on a broom, the handcuff chains pullin... the nipples as? he tried to sweep the floor.?Rugby Joe, Michelle's African-American lover had slapped his knee. "Damn, that mo-fo in some trouble boy!"?It had even been more comical as Hiram had to throw his entire body to the floor to scrub it...after all his hands had to be kept within four inches of his chest to keep his nipples from. After 11 years of marriage our ABS adventures had dwindled considerably and our sex life had slowed some what but still enjoyable when one night while lying in bed my husband asked me if I was in the mood to go on one of our trips. It had been a while so I said yes and we made plans for the next week to go. As I said earlier we would go to these stores when they were the least crowded and this was usually during the weekday. So we agreed to take a day off work and head to the town less than an. "What are you doing depriving the world of all this gorgeous?"She had reason to be proud. She had soft shiny black hair cut in a short but feminine style, bright green eyes that she liked to think of as mysterious, and a lovely pale complexion that turned a pretty shade of pink when she got excited or drunk (or both). Her five foot two body was sleek and fit while still being a little curvy. Her legs were made for mini-skirts and had been known to cause traffic accidents around campus. The only. We walked a couple of minutes. No one ever came here. If he decided to kill me, it was very likely that no one would ever find out. The thought didnt even scare me. He stopped dead and turned to look at me. Some minor sunlight bounced off his pitch-black hair. For the first time since I had met him, he seemed relaxed. His gorgeous features, which were usually so mean, now seemed soft. He closed his eyes and raised his face to the sunlight. Why are we here? You wont ever know. His voice made me.