He then went in the kitchen and made a couple of thick turkey sandwiches, opened two cans of Coke and a bag of potato chips. Blake came out of the bat... with the towel wrapped around his waist. Morgan felt his mouth fill with saliva, and a tingle in his groin.“Are my clothes ready?” he asked.Morgan laughed. “They’re still washing. Well, they’re in the rinse cycle, but they still have to go in the dryer. Would you like a robe?”Blake scoffed. “Hell no! I’m fine, if you don’t mind.”Morgan said,. ." I stared at the disgusting red ballgag that my shirtless husband dangled in front of me. "You know that we should always have a safe word." "Shhh, Erica." He placed his index finger gently over my lips and stared at me with his hazel eyes. "You trust me, don't you? When have you ever had to use a safeword with me?" He was right. He had always been safe in the past, but I still shook my head and said, "You know that I trust you, honey, but I don't want to put myself in. I stood there in my lacy black nightgown, brushing my teeth and watching the seconds tick by on the clock. He promised he would be home by 11 tonight, it was 12. I spit out the foamy toothpaste and stared in the mirror, long dark brown hair, wide golden brown eyes, I personally thought I looked nice. Very nice. Then why did I have such a hard time keeping my boyfriend on time? Sighing, I shut out the bathroom lights and crawled under the silky white sheets of Dominic’s King size bed. Where was. The thought was already making me twitch, but before taking Carla into my bed, I thought it might be good to clean her up a little. So I undressed and took us both into the shower. She didn’t seem to mind as I shampooed her from head to toe, even seeming to enjoy the intimate attention as I rinsed her thoroughly. Running my fingers through her dark, wet fur, all I could think of was how amazing she had felt, an hour ago ... and I realized I was rock-hard, again, with that memory, and wanted her.