He tapped on the screen door, and Dixie said to come on in.She stood at the stove wearing a pink robe and nothing else, her long black hair hung loose...and wet. She came into his arms, they kissed and hugged, and Daniel buried his nose into her damp hair and could smell and almost taste her lemon shampoo.“Good morning,” she said.“Good morning,” he said.Daniel reached over and turned off the burner under the pan with the sizzling bacon.“What are you doing? Aren’t you hungry?”“Oh, I’m hungry. The next day Mark was in the derelict building where he spent his day, he never went to school it saved him getting hassle, nobody missed him, the authorities never bothered about him not being there. Mark heard a noise looked over the edge and saw Sara walking about below him, he watched as Sara made her way to the stairs and then out of his sight, a minute later Sara appeared on the floor where he was, she looked at him smiled said ” you ok” Mark nodded Sara smile said ” you enjoy the show. Next comes the spreader bar that I place between your ankles …having to pull hard to force them apart far enough only making the plastic wrap that much more restricting on your body. You beg to be used.I step back a moment to admire my doll all tied up and helpless and snap a few photos as a trophy for the future. Picking the crop back up I gently skim it down along your body tracing your curves all along the way as you squirm and groan. It glides along your damp skin light and slow as. Of course, knowing me as many of you readers do, you canprobably guess that I wanted to know about their sex lives.It took a lot of subtle prodding, and a lot of blushing onher part, but eventually we got around to the heart of thematter, which was that her husband's idea of sex was a once-a-month, tab-A-in-slot-B, lights-off session that had nospice, no feeling, and no tenderness.... And for Jane, therewas no orgasm. She had resorted to an occasionalmasturbation, but she felt dirty and sneaky.