I suppose that, professionally, you have to be detached, but you talk to her like I do. She never really knew Clive, but even when he was around he ne...er really bonded with her. I suppose that I should answer your question now.”“You really don’t have to Kat.” She smiled: “But I’d like to!”“Okay—if you’re sure!”“I am—make yourself comfortable. Sure, there are always suitors, as you call them, as I’m sure you know. Also, being a man, you know that there are basically two types: the smaller. This night it was quiet. His ex wasn't snoring, or if she was, he didn't hear it through the closed bedroom door. His child was fast asleep, the teenage tendency to have headphones loud enough that they could be heard at a distance was now silenced by sleep. Not a creature was stirring, and the only mice belonged to various computers, also long since silenced by the night.Simple, he thought. Alone, but simple. Just himself and the darkness and the quiet.It wasn't complete darkness. Everything. ", she said to him. Her voice sounded a bit muffled. "Turn around..." "What? Why?" "Didn't you want me to..." "Are you gonna?" "Yes. Now turn around." It felt weird. He rotated himself while still facing her reddened bud, that was all wet from his slobbering kisses and constant fingering. He did what was asked with landing his knees to the opposite sides fo her head. "What should I do now?", he thought. He felt a touch, that was gentle and warm and kinda inviting. Clarissa encouraged him. You can tell, just by looking at Kathy, that she is slightly drunk.I lean down and with a sharp tug, rip the tape from your mouth and watch with amusement as you use your cuffed hands to pull my underwear from your mouth. I hear you give a big sigh of relief."Well, sissy, " I smile, "have you enjoyed your evening?"You look up at me with hatred in your eyes but do not answer. I gently but firmly slap you across the face and the noise of the slap in the quiet room makes Kathy jump. The red marks.