I wondered what she would think if she saw the silvery white puddles on the walk outside her window.Would she recognize them for what they were? Would...she guess that she was their inspiration? Would she guess it was me?I could not sleep that night. I masturbated twice more while replaying the most erotic experience of my life in my head.Eventually I got out of bed, got dressed, and drove to an all hours market. It was three in the morning. I bought a dozen red roses and placed them by her front. It felt like her heart had literally broken, searing needles of pain shearing though her torso with every breath. Lacie knew she would die there, in her white, lifeless, sterile cell. Somewhere, somehow, Lacie, drowning in the darkness, heard a voice. ‘Live for us. Live for us, Lacie. We will find you.’ The warm tones of the gentle voice swept through her. Lacie gasped, hearing Master as he whispered to her. ‘We’re looking, Lacie. Don’t give up. We’ll find you. We’ll bring you home.’ ‘I. Well, may I?" She said "Sure!"Since I had already gone for broke, I decided to go to the well once more. I told Amanda I'd peeked at her cleavage, and asked if I could get a glimpse of her breasts. She laughed just a bit, then said "I knew you were looking - I just didn't say anything!" Pressing just a bit more, I said "So, how about it?!?" Amanda didn't blush, but said "You'll have to come to the office (it's adjacent to the Front Desk), 'cuz somebody might come in." I walked around the corner. Larry moved forward and picked the glass butt plug off of the nightstand. Sharry gave a low moan of appreciation as he took the toy and sank it into his wife's willing asshole."God, I need a DP," she gasped."Well, needle-dick isn't going to be able to service you. Maybe I'll bring my brother in here. He's got a nice, man-sized prick. We could fuck both your holes at the same time."Oh, shit. That's so fucking hot," Sharry groaned. "Where would you be?" That's hard to say," I whispered. .