What was this about? The last thing that I expected was a note from Michael, my husband. He had left for a business trip to San Francisco earlier in t...e week and wasn’t expected back until tomorrow morning. Frank was sitting at the receptionist desk looking at the security monitors when I came back and knocked on the glass doors. “I was wondering when you would be back,” Frank smiled as he handed over the package. “Frank, you must be a good poker player,” I chuckled as I took the package from. His cock moved back and forth in my mouth, slightly sweaty, funky, smelling sort of like cheese, which got me thinking about a grilled cheese sandwich.I spent some time imagining a cheese sandwich, two pieces of sourdough bread with grated cheddar between them and butter on both sides, sizzling in a pan on the stove. The bread was turning dark brown and the cheese was melting. I was just about to spatula the sandwich off the pan when I heard Ryan roar and his cock jammed down my throat and he. The endless grind of a never-ending job that showed more than twice Emperor Davidson's wisdom in selecting Anna as his consort and successor.As soon as she heard the details, Anna congratulated me on how well I'd tamed my male side."I had much more of a struggle with mine," she confided after I'd told her of my success while I was being of service to Lady Heather. "I wish I'd thought of doing it your way. It's so much more logical to appeal to its Third Law of survival in that manner."The. I know my man has no idea I'm here. I want him to know, if he ever finds out, that it was my choice to be here. By signing this, I agree that I'm going to have sex and obey Paul in any way he instructs. I am allowed to have the following rules and a safety word. I wrote down the words, thinking this was just silly. No poop or pee. No snuff and no marks. The the safety word that came to mind was "enough". Paul told me to sign it and, as I did, he took a picture. I said, "Hey, we agreed no face.