Today would be a good day to keep things simple.Toast and orange juice sounds like a plan. Even the easiest of tasks like opening the bag of bread is ...wkward, yet slowly you mange to place the breakfast on the table and call him in to eat.Every move reminds you of your bondage. It reminds you that he has imposed his will on you. You grasp the toast with both hands and begin to eat when he stops you. You place the toast back on the plate and look at him with confusion.Master reaches for your. Back in the driver's seat, he keyed the microphone to the PA system, "Welcome aboard Big Mutha Truckers six thirty to Chicago. There is a restroom and a vending machine next to the elevator. Emergency stairs and exit is to the rear. Please remain in your seats while the truck is in motion. Have a nice trip."He pulled out onto the avenue and past the barricaded entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel, flooded by a terrorist bomb since around 2040 or so. Rumor has it that the victims are still down there,. I shouted through to George that I was going as I always did, and he replied “see you son”.Saturday arrived and I rushed to finish my deliveries, unloaded, quick shower and drove my car to Eileen’s. George’s car had gone. I walked with confidence up the drive to the front door, opened the door and stood inside. “I’m up here, Peter ”Eileen called. I went straight upstairs into the front bedroom. Eileen was lying on top of the bed in a black silky dressing gown.” Lovely to see you, wasn’t sure. Wooohooooo... I'm gonna get my dick suck... so I thought. I kept my eyes on her, I truly wish I could have been able to see better but I knew she was having it... The moment I felt the lady touch my dick, I held on to the bed and not even watching my girl at this point because I knew it was my turn... my turn... my... what? she simply rubbed my balls and gave me half a stroke... WTF... I looked over at my wife and now the girl is standing up between her legs and I focused on the sound of their.