“I can’t believe we did that last night,” she says excitedly as she works your knob. “Me neither,” you say enjoying this unusual morning han...job. “I was a naughty wife, wasn’t I?” she asks impishly. “Oh yes you were,” you agree, playing along. “Did you see me playing peekaboo with those men?” she purrs. Your cock spasms at the memory and she laughs in response. “Oh you saw that alright. I just flashed my privates over and over to a bunch of strange horny guys while you stood right there,. It was important to defend oneselfagainst these sins. "The mental malpractitioner is not and cannot beChristian Scientist. He is disloyal to God and man. He has everyopportunity to mislead the human mind, and he uses it." "Stand porterat the door of thought."Then came the Lesson-Sermon for the week. I was particularly excitedbecause I had recorded the Bible part myself on Monday, playing theSecond Reader to Ma's First Reader. It was a special privilege to doso, and I was rather proud of. Then he went and got her a couple of bottles of water. She downed the first one, then sipped the second one slower. After several more minutes, she stood up, and Ari helped her to the restroom so she could clean up.They spent a while more walking around and looking at the equipment. Ari talked with several other Masters and one of the Mistresses. One of them asked Ari if Barb had enjoyed the fucksaw, and he looked at her."Yes, Master." Slut, watching you on that fucksaw has given me a hard-on. Her hot tears scald his skin as he tries to calm her frantic sobbing. ‘Please, sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong,’ he pleads. ‘We can’t tell them!’ she exclaims, pulling back from him desperately, her hands clutching at the material of his t-shirt. ‘Cooper and the FBI, we can’t tell them about us! They’ll take you away from me, they’ll put you in a hole somewhere and I’ll never be able to find you. Please, Red, they can’t ever know!’ He smoothes his hands over her face, her hair, searching her.