It was Jordan. She grabbed at the covers to pull them over her face again and I grabbed her hand.Her eyes popped open and she stared up at me. “Seth...” she said softly. “Where’ve you been?”“I got a suite at the Selador,” I said. “Leanne and I stayed there last night.” I noticed the red in her eyes. “I’m guessing you’ve either not had much sleep or you did some serious drinking last night.”She shrugged, only the covers moving. “Both actually,” she said.I reached up and ran a finger along her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kitty I gag a little but manage to get my reflexes under control. My owner continues to ease his dick into my throat, than ease it back out. He continues to do this, slowly picking up the pace. After about 5 minutes of my oral stimulation, he grabs my collar and pulls me off. I think, my owner starts, we need some more decorations. He grabs some smooth, soft, but strong rope. We dont want to rash your skin, he told me when we bought it. He tells me to stay. Monique stood again and went to Laura, reaching around her waist and hugging her as she, once again, kissed her passionately. Again, Laura blushed deeply at the uninvited intimacy. "Come, pet," instructed Monique as she urged Laura forward toward her reclining husband. Monique positioned her slavegirl over Steve's hips and she had her own feet on either side of his chest. She kissed Laura again and used her hands to urge Laura's body lower and lower. When Laura's sex was positioned just. "Elliot, I've lost my eyesight, not my kink." It's not your kink I worry about, my love," he assures her. "It's your aim."And they both crack up, because they share the same irreverent sense of humor. And really, when you're alive and well and with the one you love, just about anything can strike you funny, can't it?She's come so far, he thinks, since the days when she first came home from the hospital. Learning to move around the house unassisted. Folding laundry, washing dishes. Slowly.