Der Duschraum war v?llig leer, und Stefanie liesmich allein.Ich genoss die warme Dusche, und trocknete mich mit meinem mitgebrachtenHandtuch ab. Dann ...ollte ich wieder meinen Schlafanzug anziehen, aber erwar weg. Zusammen mit meiner Uhr und meinem Armband. Auf beides war ichstolz: Eine gro?e Sportuhr mit vielen Funktionen, und ein goldenesArmbad von meinem Onkel. Mit meinem Namen darauf. Zu der damaligen Zeitwar das in Mode. Die Sachen w?rde wohl Stefanie haben. Also schlang ichdas Handtuch um. She wanted to know where I went last night and I told her the whole story. She stated the obvious, that Chuck was the beneficiary of my near indiscretion. I remember she said, "Isn't it Chuck that cheated on you?” "Yeah, but that was different," I said. "Different? In what way? Didn't he screw her?" She was making sense in a twisted kind of way. Yes, he fucked Rhonda, but I've only fucked him. The seed was rooting and was being fertilized by my anger and latent desire for vengeance. …………. The. Oh god, she couldn’t stand the thought of leaving him at all—why did it have to be like this? The life she’d been leading contentedly enough just a few days ago now stretched before her like an endless desert. Still, he was here now, holding her collar and leash… She obediently sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, lowering her head and offering her neck for him to close the collar around. Instead, she felt his lips there, warm, soft and a little dry, and this show of. . you too...," she panted huskily. "Make spunk... for me..." Sexy little bitch," he groaned as he leaned forward to touch her face with his prick. She laughed softly letting him rub his knob over her face before her slack mouth began to hunt for it, finally engulfing it with a little sobbing snort of excitement. Her body stiffened and quivered. Then, with a series of muffled high-pitched squeaks, she began to jerk convulsively, her feet arching in her white tennis shoes as she started to come.