A small amount of cleavage was poking from the top, held up with two strings of fabric on her shoulders. She tossed the polo shirt to the side of the ...ool. She noticed me staring. “I wouldn't get yourself too excited, bearing in mind what you're wearing.” I sheepishly looked away and checked to make sure my cock was firmly held down, as subtly as possible. The door opened and the man with the clipboard appeared. “Jessica, this is Laurie.” Blonde hair tied up tightly in a bun, wearing a yellow. She had not noticed the steel rings across from her. He took her hands, kissed them, sucked her fingers and while her eyes were closed he pulled her up, kissed her deeply, then forced her over the cable spool. Her hands were cuffed to the rings and the same rubber ball that she had tasted before pushed between her lips. Gently her phantom lifted her and opened her coat, her rigid nipples mashed down cruelly on the rough table top. It felt good. She dared not move. Splinters would pierce her. Leigh nodded and finished her trek to the kitchen. Melanie set her book down, pushed herself out of the rocking chair and sat down gently on the couch next to Jason. ‘What are we looking at in terms of your recovery?’ she asked softly. Jason handed her a few papers. ‘No sex for a week? No bathing for two days?’ Melanie raised an eyebrow. ‘I won’t be able to pick up the kids for a few days,’ Jason said. ‘Fun times,’ Melanie murmured. ‘I really want a shower right now,’ Jason groaned. ‘I’ll give. The only thing that might stop him is his fear of asking you to marry him and having you saying ‘no.’”“There isn’t a chance in hell of that happening. I dream of that moment. Saying ‘no’ won’t enter my mind.”“Well, good luck. If I were in your shoes, I’d drop a hint or two. Maybe even ask him indirectly. Like asking him where your relationship is heading. You know, like doing it when you’re sharing a moment alone.”“I just might do that. I know just the place to ask him.” June pictured herself.