They cringe from me. They believethis is all your fault. They like your falling. From grace, if you wantto put it poet style.The preamble was calculat...ng, lengthy, eternal. Would it ever end? Igazed at the clamp, that kept my waste from reentering me, through mymouth. Into my corsetted slut body. And maybe back again. I mushily,decided that recycling can be a bad thing.I was terrified, but still the plug vibrated, and still I could seemyself, my reflection from that mirror on that wall. I felt. It was better that the horse had a day to walk normally, and let the leg rest.On this day the women rode on the wagon, while AJ and Frank Jr. walked. Little had been said between Bella and AJ during the morning. There was still an air of tension between them.As they walked, Frank Jr. was the one asking the questions this time. He wanted to know everything. He asked about cows, and what cowboys did, and about Indians and outlaws. He asked how many men AJ had killed, having no idea that AJ wasn't. So... I really enjoy wearing a blindfold during sex sometimes! (I mean, if it's more than a quickie.) I don't care for bondage or pain, but being blindfolded is quite a turn on, and has been for years. It seems I often ended up being intimate with guys who were turned on by me wearing one. I was unsure about it the first time a guy I was dating suggested it. I nervously agreed, then was amazed at how not having the sense of visual feedback and awareness affected me. As you may know from my. .’ he stopped her. His voice was gentle and the look in his eyes hypnotic. ‘Not now. I know we need to talk . . . but . . .’ Marissa wanted to cry out or slap him or something. She was falling for him. A part of her wanted to know if he was worth it. If his unspoken promises would be delivered. If he felt the same way. She needed to hear the words. Yet, the other part of her knew that he would catch her. He had treated her too well and his actions spoke louder than any words that could come out.