. bothers you, right?”“Yes.”“And you said it was getting worse, right?”“Yes.”“Until I told you not to worry.”“Yes.”“And now yo...’re not worried.”“It’s much more than that,” she said. “I’m not worried about anything. I’m not worried about anyone finding out I was Batiste’s last victim. I’m not worried about people finding out you killed him. I’m not worried that I had to use my vibrator to get to sleep last night, and that the reason I had to was because I kept thinking about you naked. I’m not. I undid the cuffs."Close your eyes and keep them closed," I whispered. "Okay?"Michelle nodded.I took off the sleep mask. I put everything in my backpack and I vanished.I walked home conflicted. I wanted to fuck Michelle. I so wanted to do her but when it came right down to it I couldn't. I knew I would enjoy it. It was sex. It would be good but I couldn't just fuck her against her will.I had thought about fucking Allison too. I was going to further punish her by fucking her ass but as much as I. So having a home cooked meal is a treat for me," he said."Well, for this weekend you are going to eat like a man, not a mouse Master!" she said with a big happy smile on her face."I guess that means I will have to work off all those big ole' calories then! Hmmm, I wonder what I can do to lose those extra home cooking calories. Any ideas, slut?" he said with a smirk. They laughed together and finished up their meal.After breakfast, she cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher to. He said that he knew it was an imposition and that they would try to respect my privacy. I apologized for the guest room with only one double bed. The two laughed. Joe looked at Jack and smiled as he told me that they always slept together on road trips. They both assured me that it would work out. I told them that the only shower was in the basement hanging from the floor joists over the floor drain. Jack said that they had seen worse on baseball trips. It would be fine.By now, it was.