I live with my parents, and visit him when he can get leave, even if it's only a weekend. The hotels we book into aren't fancy. But if there are clean...sheets on the bed who cares? When I'm not nursing or sleeping I want to be on the bed with my legs wide apart with my husband between them. I know Pierre's not the sexiest of men. But he's the only man I've ever had, and I'm more than satisfied. Having said this, I must admit that what happened to me on the way to visit him the last time was very. I am not sure who he would fear most if he did that. You might have all the guns, but he has to sleep in the same bed as me." she said laughing."Excellent point," I agreed, "All your furniture choices look fine to me. Just be sure I have all the order information and I'll take care of it this week." Good," she said. "Now this is the wallpaper I want, and the lighting fixtures, all of it is here." I'm sure you did your homework Helen. I am just going to buy what you say and have 'HLF' install. "About to be ****d and you are creaming like a schoolgirl getting finger banged for the first time".I knelt down in front of her and attached a home made spreader bar to her ankles, opening her legs and giving access to both of her holes. Now came my special fetish. I went over to the table a grabbed an overfilled enema bottle...its tip gleaming with lube. I walked behind her and shoved it up her asshole. Again she whimpered behind the gag. I attached the bag to the rope holding her hands and. I imagined it was penance for the pain I inflicted on those whose lives I took.Grace continued sobbing. "Don't you leave me, not now, not this way Angel."I looked at Death, a shadowy figure cloaked in his robe standing there almost ready to part Grace and I from the lover's perfect world.Grace pulled the pointed shaft of wood out of my chest, leaving me on the ground, coughing and shaking. She stared at the tip streaming with rivers of blood. The night air swirled into the hole in my chest. I.