We had a dinner date. I walked in, and as soon as I got a look at her wide, innocent face, I knew something was wrong. I could tell she had been cryin... for some time; and her long, straight, honey-blonde hair was a tangled mess. "Honey, what's wrong?" I asked; fearing what the answer would be. "Don't honey me, you damn bastard!" she snarled. My worries were confirmed. We were about to play out the same old script one more time; or so I thought. "Oh, Jesus," I sighed. "Not this again!" "You. Right after the second hug i felt relief and safe. I gave him a kiss and we walk towards the Car, got in and left to a Hotel. We get there and he just standing there looking soo yummy and being a freak that he is telling me to get on the counter so he can eat me out there. He got the key to our room. We get on the elavator and he got close to me put his hand on my neck like he was choking me that was a fucking turn on. We get out and walk towards the room. We didnt even get to our room and he. I got my first hint of her submissiveness when I told her to go down on my cock and she did so quickly. I could tell from her technique that she had some practice at this at least. Nice and slow, mixed up her hand and mouth action, and lingered when she did certain things that made me moan. She kept her glasses on which was kind of cute:) She was obviously into this as I let her go at it for 15 minutes while I just watched and enjoyed.I gave her her second 'submissiveness' check. I told her to. When a new leader took over or the location changed, the art was either reused or stored in one of the many underground vaults spread throughout the world that were own by the Black List. When he took over, he left the adorning art where it was considering his time more useful with more important matters than the placement of decorations. Other than the artwork the halls were empty and devoid of life. Once they were outside the governor’s doors to his office the assistant bid Maynard farewell.