I could feel her rubbing her body against mine. Her hands traveled from around me to down to her waist as she slipped off her skirt. ‘Let me give yo... what you want.’ I was almost moaning as she continued to lick my neck up and down. Her soft tongue trailed from my collar bone to the base of my jaw. She sucked my skin tight to her lips, knowing she would leave her mark on me. I gripped the sheets and protested, ‘Nat, please, no.. I’m a virgin.’ She quickly changed her position so that she was. I just..."I took pity on her. "You want to know how Anders handled it down there?"She nodded, and I saw unshed tears glisten in her eyes. "He's never liked dark, confined spaces." No, he sure doesn't. But he was okay. Better than I expected, actually. Maybe it was having all of us there, maybe it's that the Deep Roads aren't quite as claustrophobic as a dungeon cell, or maybe it was just a facade to cover up his discomfort, but he did almost as well as any of us." He left me a letter, before he. This was a great arrangement for me and my husband, as our car was busted and we had no money to repair it at the moment, so I readily accepted that suggestion, as well.Since then, Mr Franklin had been picking me up every morning for work. His big prick and nut sack were usually already sticking out of his slacks when I’d slide into the passenger seat of his car each morning, and he’d get a handjob or blowjob on the way to work every day. Lunch time usually included a handjob under a restaurant. While I was out getting my hair done, he unloaded the bags. Upon entry to the house, he found instructions to remove his stupid clothes, and put on his chastity belt, a double padded diaper, plastic pink panties, and a one piece romper in pink! He wore this while preparing me a gourmet dinner. When I arrive home, the dinner is almost ready. I change into comfy clothes, and tell him all about my day and week and my plans for the weekend while I eat a fresh salad with real dressing, a thick juicy.