”She crossed her arms under her breasts. “Mom called not too long ago. She’s hoping you picked a good tree, which means you need to go get one. ...ow.”I looked up at her and considered arguing, but chose not to. She was right. Mom wanted a tree and I was supposed to get one. It wasn’t my fault that the police decided to take several hours to decide what to do with me after I was attacked. I stood up, went to the kitchen to retrieve her keys, and plugged in my phone while I was there. It had only. I’m looking at his soft cock which is covered a blueish lipstick (SD must have put the lipstick on after I left the living room area) and slightly wet.John: Your wife is one hell of a cocksucker – it’s hard to believe that she only gave you three blowjobs – and piss poor ones at that.Me: Thank you – that is what I’ve been told and I agree it is hard to believe but it is true – only three half hearted.John: You don’t fuck her either – do you?Me: No Sir – haven’t for many years.John: Geez – you. A smile crossed her face, “Your bed.”This was something they had yet to do. They had yet to sleep together. They had had sex all over the house – everywhere. Even on her bed, but never on his. Not yet. The reason? Perhaps it was some superstition, some permanence that would bind all that they had done. Make it truly real. It was time. He turned and walked down the hall to his room, shutting the door with a back kick and placing her on the cushy mattress – on his wife’s side. EH – screw it. His. Her hands were still tightly bound behind her back.Her once beautifully groomed hair was a mess, her shoulders heaved with deepsobs of humiliation. Could it have been only this morning she had been asuccessful business woman with power and money and now she was nothing, a slavegirl about to be tortured and abused. Now she was nudeand bound. The once proud woman was very frightened. Lisa had told her she wasto be presented and returned to slavery. The nude and sobbing slavegirl awaited her.