Khaos never suspected that his habits were observed by Mathias butafter multiple visits anyone could see when he was at his most powerfuland when was ...he best time to attack. Mornings were the best time toharm Khaos.Mathias hid his car away from prying eyes and entered the vast mill froma hidden entrance disguised as a crack in the wall. The door closedafter he entered, with Khaos' typical red and black lighting making fora visual backdrop that kept you on your toes and made you feel like. All the equipment was there, both of us were attractive people, but for some reason the chemistry wasnt always there. We had good sex sometimes, but most of the time if felt forced, had to work to hard for the moment, and generally too tiring to worry about. As such, we generally worked outside any sexual situations. We loved each other deeply, and as far as my part went, would never have thought about going out of the marriage to be fulfilled. The first night in the house was strange. New. And then he remembered.Remembered his last small gesture, the last time he had stuck ametaphorical two fingers up to authority. Remembered his notsitting to pee, his sleeping without wearing a nightie. The troublethat had brought in its train. He couldn't risk a repetition ofthat. Not when he was set on escaping and needed to avoid doinganything that might prejudice his plans. Reluctantly, slowly he repeated the routine of inserting the buttplug. The sheath, the anal lubricant, all the deeply. I'm sick and tired of having people trespass on the property I'm trying to sell." He told the other man to keep and eye on Edie while he went out to the car to get his cell phone so he could call the policeHe turned to go and Edie said, "Wait! Maybe we can work this out. My husband will kill me if I get into trouble with the police." The man said, "What do you mean by working something out?" Then Edie made my jaw drop, "I'm sure that I can find a way to convince you to leave the cops out of.