" She smiled again and opened up the screen door to let me in.I walked in to the smell of Pine Sol. "It smells really good here," I complimented."Than...s. I try to clean up when I can. Jack helps me a lot. It's not easy with me traveling so much. I wish I could be home more but I really do love my job. Come on, have a seat," she said as I followed her into the living room.I took a seat on the couch by the window. Debbie stood by the kitchen entrance. "Would you like something to drink? Or are. " She starts to moan more and more, it would seem she likes getting fucked by a big white cock, well cant have her feel too good, so i start to grab her strung up breasts, there are starting to turn slightly blue, from the string i tied around them, i fondle them, squeeze them, and twist her nipples, only to have her moan even harder, "well mama it would seem you are just finding out, that you are a good little slave slut, so how do you feel about more pain?" i ask with while grabbing for the. Technically, the bulge is in my space, my room. I can do anything I want to it. Smash it, slice it, or kick it. Ignore it. Instead, I press my fingers against the bulge. A chill thrill runs though me. The material covering the bulge isnt jeans, or cords. It is something else. Vinyl, or leather. With packed heat behind it. How wrong. This reminds me of stealing a pack of baseball cards from the corner store as a kid. You know you shouldnt do it, but what the heck, you do it anyway. You dont need. I absolutely detested it and tried to concentrate on the running episode but it felt like someone was poking a needle through my heart. The next thing I am especially not proud of. In June I started to fantasize about how it would be like if Nadine was dead. Sometimes it would be a sudden accident and she got run over by a truck on her way home from the office, sometimes she would be diagnosed with cancer and die within weeks, were I stayed by her side until the end together with Matze. But,.