A quick shake of the head was her reply.I got a bit more creative. By tying her ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed, I soon had my slut-for-a-d...y spread wide open. Because of the blindfold, Patricia couldn't tell where the next blow would land, and I kept her guessing: A quick tattoo on the inside of her thighs, a sharp blow to the left breast, three to her wet, dripping slit, a smack to her right breast, then I used the crop to slap her rigid cock around. When I tired of that, I stuck. Even with her mouth slightly open, she looked like an angel. We had slept in late enough that we didn’t have all that much time left to fool around, but we could definitely fit something in.“Linda - honey?” I gently shook my wife by the shoulder, rousing her from her sleep.“Mmm?” Linda sleepily murmured as she stretched languidly, a contented smile turning the corners of her mouth upwards.I activated the Watch and stopped time.I knew I was becoming more comfortable with doing this, but somehow. Daddy says the Korean freighters are mostly run by computer and don’t have many people aboard. He says that sometimes the person on watch goes to sleep, and that they have run down sailboats, and one freighter never knew they destroyed a 60-foot sailboat and killed some people.Just as dawn was starting to turn the inky night to the grey that comes just before dawn, mommy came up to the pilothouse.“My god, Stevie, your daddy hasn’t fucked me so good since the first year we were together. You. "Why are you dressed like that?" Elliot asked."You're the detective. How long do you think it will take BrettMendelsohn to figure out something is going on between us if I suddenlystart dressing like a housewife and treating you nice." Poppystraightened Elliot's tie."You need to be mean to me while he's here. You can make it up to melater." She leaned in and kissed him and then rubbed her lipstick offhis cheek with her thumb.She skittered away from him when he reached for her."Behave!" she.