She hasn't showered, and the smell is wonderful.“Suck them,” she says, “like you said you would.”I take her big toe in my mouth, and it's alre...dy a comfortable fit. My mouth knows its way around her feet so well that I can barely remember a time when this wasn't our relationship. I wonder where Kai is now, whether she's left the arena, and me, for good.But it doesn't matter. All that matters now is what Rhea says.“Stand,” she tells me. I get to my feet, and she kisses me on the lips. I guess. The few regular customers had amused themselves earlier in the evening by abusing Alexandra and were now relaxing together in front of an imported Japanese video, smoking and finishing their brandies. Alexandra was softly moaning where they had finished with her, chained by her wrists to the ceiling and locked into a steel chastity belt. Her traditional waitress's black dress and white apron were pooled at her feet and chemise and stockings hung from her in tatters; her slender body was striped. He snorted in the frustration of having to face his own cowardice, admitting to himself that it was much easier to blame a pushy or needy partner for at least some of his unwillingness to let someone in deeper. The fear he felt was his own, and he didn’t enjoy facing that truth.Shaking his head again, he turned his attention back to the task at hand. He knew he was avoiding going deeper in his introspection, but he allowed himself the excuse that she could show up at any moment.His eyes settled. With two days to go before my wife returned, I thought it best to begin to ease off with her sister.As much as I enjoyed the sex with her, it was time to cool it.I decided to get up early, shower, and cook us both a good breakfast.The smell of the bacon cooking had got Jayne out of bed.She entered the kitchen asking me how come I was cooking breakfast, apparently she had always cooked breakfast for her and Steve.“i don’t mind cooking, I do this at home as well, so don’t think this is anything.