"Sure," I said as bravely as I could. "They're mine. Of course, they're mine. Whose else would they be?" I sat back down again, feigning indifference ...hat she had found them.She looked at the sales receipt, and broke into a wide grin. "Well, well. It seems that you got these today, according to this receipt. And less than an hour ago, too." She put the receipt back in the bag and examined the box. "Hmmm... lubricated... medium... box of twelve..." She looked up at me, a gleam in her eyes. "How. For as much as I was enjoying being spoiled, I kept reaching out for his cock. I tried to tell him, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t string the right order of words together in my head. I couldn’t get them out of my mouth. What he was doing to me had totally jumbled my brain. For all the banter we had earlier hinting about who could out-dominate each other, neither one of us was in control. There was no top or bottom in this situation. When he finally had to thrust his dick inside of me, I was on. What is wrong with me?” These thoughts and others similar to them were running through my mind and then it was too late, and I was regretting it. A couple moments of emotional torture that I’m not even sure you were aware happened. I thought you’d like to know it did. -at another point you put a plastic bag on my head and - sigh - nothing more, and now as I remember it I wish you’d done more, but back then I was just letting you do whatever you wanted to me and reveling in any touch, any. Second, she said that we had to "bless" every room. During the course of the day we fucked, slept, sucked, fingered and licked each other in every room in the house. Zoe was certainly no giggling virgin. It was a marathon day that I somehow wish I could put in the Guinness world book of records, but I'm thinking they won't accept "longest period of fucking" as a category.She left late that night. Trying her best to look decent with a ripped shirt and ripped seam on her skirt. I sat on the couch.