I curl up into a ball and snuggle back into Nick.The rest of the night was still restless and uneasy; I didn't want to allow myself to fall into that ...eep sleep. I stayed on the edge of sleep and unconsciousness. I hear the alarm but don't move to shut it off. Nick rolls over and pokes me. "Hey that's the alarm, we have to get up and get moving." I roll off the bed and walk to the shower. I turn the water on. I shave the unwanted hair off as I always do. Despite the lack of sleep I still have. When my beloved spouse of some thirty years passed a little over a year prior, I was annoyed with the realization that neither of us had even given the final details any thought. I guess we both thought we would live forever or perhaps it was just us deciding whoever went first would be relieved of any unpleasant stress.I was the unlucky one in that instance but in all fairness I would have to admit it was more luck rather than lack of luck. The entire affair was extremely costly, required a. I was on the point of begging Blanche to allow me to see the noose again; I would rather have been despatched than go back to Cherie, her mother was truly in complete and utter control of me. As I looked up to her she smiled down with dominant satisfaction, dressed in black lace and chiffon; a black corset holding her waist tightly, her pussy on show through fine black lace panties. She seemed to know exactly what was going through my mind, as my lips parted when I looked up at the supreme. Stormie delicately opened the top of the robe, mindful that nothing more than the tops of her full, surgically firm breasts showed. She leaned forward at a posed angle, awkward to the sight and more than a little tug on her back muscles. Without moving her head, she turned her eye towards her reflection; in this limited light she thought she glimpsed a familiar face.To the observer, Stormie’s behavior seemed odd and awkward. But she knew it was something more.Progress.Stormie was careful not to.