Sitting on other shelves were several kitchen weighing scales, complete with bowls, plus funnels for filling the bags. Again, innocent unless proven g...ilty. They might have been his wife’s spare kitchen equipment. There was also a box of industrial dust masks, obviously to protect the person filling the bags from being affected by drug powder in the air, but equally useful while cutting up wood or plastic, so non-incriminating.So what was all the other stuff on the remaining shelves? Reg. Her autonomy was up for compromise. Her long legs trembled as she sank down until her knees made contact with the hardwood floor. She presumed she could let her arms down too. I almost bitch-slapped her but let her have it her way. I needed them behind her back anyway, more than I needed to humiliate and discipline her, so she was sort of assisting me. Still I wanted to hoof her and lay a shit kicking beating on her. And she had no idea as I looked at the. We kissed passionately as we fucked there in her bed. After such a short time I was surprised at how fast I’d seemed to fall for this girl, but she was so gorgeous it was sort of understandable.As her pussy began to tighten, I shifted positions slightly. Grabbing both legs behind the knees, I pushed them back until they were close to her head. She reached a hand up and rubbed her clit as she approached her orgasm and I felt myself getting close as well as her vag grabbed at my penis. “Ugh. "Even if it gets you pregnant?" he panted back."Especially if it gets me pregnant," she sighed."I don't get that," he said."I don't know what's going to happen when the week is over," she said softly. "If you get me pregnant I'll always have something from you to love and cherish, though." You could just love me," he said."Are you saying you're going to get a divorce?" she asked."I don't know," he said sadly. "I want to, but I don't want to, at the same time." I feel the same way," she said..