After I ate the sandwich and finished the milk, I placed the dishes in the sink and returned to the living room where I turned on the TV and watched a...other fifteen minutes of the amazing workbench. If Mom hadn't taken all my credit cards away, I would have ordered one of the things for my Dad's next birthday. Tinkerer that he was, he'd have loved it.After dutifully waiting out an hour, I went to the front door to check that it was locked, then did the same with the mudroom door and the two. So i was sitting right next to my mistress bed, like a loyal dog, still having anal plug inside my ass and my dog collar. It was the mark of me being my mistress slave. My legs were folded right underneath my ass, the floor was cold and i was all naked. My mistress was tired from fucking by 3 of her lovers all day, she was sleeping still having cum all over her. Her perfect little face makes me horny, i started to get hard again, it was 4rth time in last 2 hours. She was looking sexy. Richard made a lame joke about me forgetting the map. I rolled my eyes and made my way quickly towards the bar. I needed a drink badly. Standing at the bar, I ordered my drink and waited while the hunky bartender in a Chippendale’s outfit poured it out for me. God, I needed sex so badly. If Richard was still the man I met, or if he wasn’t here at all, the idea of me being taken roughly from behind by Mister Chippendale was squashed as soon as it had sprung. A hand touched my shoulder, jarring. “No, work is fine, but some guys discovered I was dating you and things got ugly!” he said. “They started making rude remarks about you, and I punched one of them in the face! That’s when things’ got bad!”“Thank you for defending me, but what does you mean ‘things’ got bad’?” Emma asked.“It turned out that the guy I punched was a judge, and the other guy’s were lawyers. They started threatening me!” said Ray. “I don’t know what to do!”“Ok Ray, I love you though and we can get this worked out!”.