I turn it back on and notice several text messages but I call the office first. I open the text app and they are all from DeSean. "Morning pet" Did yo... talk to hubby" Can you come over and fuck, been thinking about the sweet wet pussy of yours."I type back. "No I can't come over to fuck you and no I didn't bring it up with Brian" Oh, yeah you're at work" No I am home recovering from yesterday" I say"Can I come over to your place and fuck you then? We could tear up your bed like you did to mine. In fact, the ‘after-dream’ was even better than the dream. It wasn’t Tina, but Tanya and she was, in fact, sucking my cock and I was getting very hard even after having two pretty damned good orgasms the night before.Once she saw I was awake, she slithered up my body. The way she moved was so damned sexy, I couldn’t think of a better word than ‘slither’. This fabulously beautiful, naked minx of a woman whispered in my ear, “I didn’t think you’d ever wake up. Have a nice dream?”Before I could. Every time I jerked I wore the clamps and watched more and more bdsm porn. It was a rush. The pain and the pleasure combined with porn in which dominant men fucked, tied and abused submissive woman. It was simply great and I came often to that. The next step was taken a few weeks later. I could not get rid of the though of the porn theater and so I drove back there. I had my clamps with me and after I entered, I found myself raising my shirt and putting them on. I walked through every room and. It was 10 PM so I decided to watch a little online TV before bed. I scrolled down to a Tattoo competition show. One of the judges was giving a guy hell because he couldn't do a black and gray tattoo. I really hadn't learned to do a complete black and gray drawing or a portrait. The sketch was far from a finished drawing. That's what Joan was doing when she was killed. Not a sketch, it was planned as a black and gray portrait.Without Joan I would have to teach myself how to do a decent black and.