He was wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals. His legs were bandy and hairy, and I finally got to see his huge feet. They were broad and totally magn...ficent, and I actually had to restrain myself from not blatantly staring at them.At around eight we sat down to a leisurely dinner, which he savoured, continuously complimenting me. As our conversation flowed, I was astonished by how enjoyable I was finding my former tormentors company. We were both very relaxed, and Morgan was really putting. Case in point Michael calling to inform them that his job doesn’t start until the end of summer so he was going to move back home rather than pay another month’s worth of rent at his cramped university apartment.Meaning he had his rather large and spacious two story childhood home all to himself and his Step-Father Bill had given him a five thousand dollar prepaid credit card as a way to spoil Michael as it were. An act that did not exactly send Michael calling Bill his Father of course but. But the idea of facing down Van, as she felt she had to do this night, terrified her.She snorted up one line, and then the other, and sighed in relief as she began to feel its effects. She knew that now she would be able to do what she had to do.She picked up the bundle she'd retrieved from the cupboard, and carefully un-wrapped her dad's old revolver. She opened the cylinder to ensure it was loaded and snapped it shut again. She then put it just under the top blanket on her bed. She placed her. With the Hitachi off I could finally concentrate on the events of the day. My hope of becoming Trish?s sex slave had disappeared. I couldn?t believe she did not want to dominate me. At least she showed interest in my Hitachi. Maybe that was the opening I needed and someday a toy exchange could grow into more. I waited patiently for her to return. She seemed to be taking longer than necessary and then I heard a moan through the wall from her townhome. Fuck. She was masturbating. Why wasn?t she.