Whatever she had in mind for me, I was not going anywhere."There, now I can have some fun with you."Things got kind of dark because Cindy had wrapped ... towel over my head, covering my face completely. Next I heard some water running, sounded like some container was being filled. Shit, I think I know what I'm in for. Damn Bush and the CIA for their "enhanced" interrogation methods. Cindy is going to "water board" me. In my head I knew that she would never really harm me and since my head was not. He was reading the latestmammoth memo from Dr. Dunney and had lost track of time. He checked hiswatch. Three hours."Yeah," Mark replied, "we're going to have a lot of construction aroundhere for a while. They're remodeling most of the insides of thebuilding." Sucks," Amanda keenly observed. "What about the noise?" They're going to do it at night, so no noise," Mark was able to add."No dust either. Everything will be covered in plastic." Mark picked upthe fresh cup of coffee and examined it.. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Husband. You won’t regret it, I promise.” Well, I was not going to try to hold her to that promise, but I appreciated the sentiment behind it. We cuddled for a while and then dropped off to sleep. We had already fucked, so we were ready to sleep.The next morning, Sue bounced out of bed and went to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush two times, so I guessed that one of those times was her disposing of her remaining Pills. I couldn’t remember the last time I. She knew what he had planned before he did it - her own strong scent preceded the digit and she allowed the finger to enter fully into her mouth. It wasn't the first time she tasted her own bodily fluids, most often upon the skin of her young son and lover, and it excited her realizing where her son's finger had just come from. In fact, she realized she became excited with almost anything her son did to her or around her. Sarah remembered, when she had recently watched her son masturbate, how.