I was warm, using one of my propane tanks during the day turned on low. I fired up my fireplace, pot bellied stove, and kitchen stove at night, warmin... the cabin nicely.I was going to have to chop a little more wood from my woodpile into kindling for the kitchen stove, pretty soon. I dreaded that job, but it had to be done. I had a small kerosene heater which I used to heat coffee or a can of soup during the day. I ate the bread I had made a few days ago with it. Nothing beats homemade bread.I. ‘Claire, it’s time I tell you something. I’ve been having the hardest time lately at work, the boss says there’s no longer a place for me here, and the work just isn’t available. He said that he can get me work down south, but that means moving my entire life.’ She looked at him in confusion, why was this so important to her, yes they were good friends and had shared more than a few flirtatious moments together, but why did he feel the need to bring this to her? His hand was still cradling her. She sat quietly; for the rest of the journey. We arrived home and Karen immediately went into the kitchen and began preparing a meal. I walked upstairs and put out a pair of handcuffs, a length of soft silk rope and a medium sized butt plug.I called Karen to come upstairs, where I instructed her to strip; tie her own tits up using the rope and insert the butt plug before putting on the handcuffs behind her back.She reminded my that Dinner would be ready in 45 minutes; so I agreed to suspend her. She slapped my face and slid her hand over my chest. The sly grin on her lips and the fire in her eyes multiplied my need to hurt her, tenfold. She grabbed my tie and pulled me to close her naked body. Her lips parted as she lunged at my mouth with a base, primal urgency. She breathed her fire into my mouth. I tore off my clothes as I fueled my lust with her soft, eager mouth. Amber quivered as I grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her mouth hard to mine. I needed to taste the fire that.