He looked in the den, in the dining room, in the guestroom; he even went inside the laundry room, all nothing. A bit worried now, he entered his home ...ffice, flicked the lights open and smiled. A vase filled with red roses sat on the middle of his table and in his big leather office chair, her. She was curled in his chair, wearing a bathrobe, sleeping. He walked over her and touched her face and kissed her lightly. She moved and blinked her eyes open, smiled and sleepily said, “Welcome home. Im sorry baby. I, I wanted that to be better for you, I said with a gasp. Jake hunched over with his hands on his knees panting. He gave me a beautiful crooked smile. Better? Holy fuck! If you think you can do better than that were never leaving the bedroom. He leaned over to me and kissed me while wiping some cum off my chin before collapsing onto his back on the floor. Come here! Jake commanded causing me to curl up against his side. Why havent you ever done that for me before? Ive never done. Heather made the introductions. “Jane, John,” she said, addressing us, “meet Stephen, James, and Valerie.”Heather had told us that she would be introducing us as Jane Doe and John Doe. She was telling her friends that we were both being blackmailed as a result of some unspecified really horrible thing we had done. If her friends knew we were there willingly, it would spoil everything, and her friends would be more willing to take advantage of us if they thought we were rotten people. Also, she. Chains and ropes hang from the walls and ceiling while racks of torture instruments line the walls. This is all new to me. I had never been down here before. So, for just a few minutes, as I descended the stairs, I furtively looked around with wonder at all of the implements I see. "I have bought a new chair and improved it turning it into something that I think you will find extremely unusual. Please sit down on it," he said as he gallantly helped me to a ladder-back, straight wooden chair.