I hadn't been trying to hide it from him for quite some time, and Chris was the only person who knew what all the components were. I appreciated his i...sight and his defense of me, so I stood and kissed him, very thoroughly."Who wants pie?" Mrs. Kimble asked from the kitchen behind me when we came up for air. I think I almost gave poor Chris a hernia from his attempts to stifle his laughter at the raised eyebrow I gave him Where his mom couldn't see it.Dessert was as nice as dinner had been, and. I reached out to hold her, but she just shook her head.“Good night, Dr Phil,” she said, laying down on her side of the bed, facing away from me.I stared at her from a few feet away, but could only say, “Good night, Kitty,” before tiredness and jetlag washed over me.*In the morning, she was gone. Her suitcase was still in the corner, but I headed out without having sighted her.The conference was uneventful until afternoon tea, where I was talking to an occasional collaborator of mine, Professor. I look up through the mesh of the cage and pray that I can come when Daddy says I can, if Daddy says I can and not before like I want to with every passing second that he fucks his owned slave flesh. “Go get the hairbrush, the switch and the spoon,” Daddy says. My pussy is still pulsing. Daddy has selected my three least favorite implements. “Yes, Sir,” I breathe. My legs are wobbly from being bound. I gingerly walk upstairs and find the toy box in the closet. My hands land on the flogger and. “Sure thing kiddo slide in here and get warm," I replied. We turned on a sitcom and were intently watching when Danny grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. I gently rubbed her groin through her sweats. The way we had the blanket pulled up it made a tent so none of our movements could be seen by my wife sitting four feet away. I slid my hand under her waistband and was surprised she wasn’t wearing any panties. She parted her legs as I inched my way down to her warm pussy. She reached.