”“Don’t you know it’s Sunday?” He turned away from the light coming in through the windows and nestled under the covers. “Nice night,” h... murmured.She carried her clothes out into the hallway, shutting the bedroom door behind her and walked down two flights of stairs to the living room of the townhouse. She tossed her clothes on the sofa. “Oh, God, do I need a cup of coffee.” She walked into the kitchen, filled the coffee pot with water, spooned coffee into the filter, and left the coffee to. Celeste's eyes widen as she looks out the window the road has completely disappeared and the night is black except for the moon in the over cast sky. He slows the car to a stop and turns and looks at her his eyes sparkling with lust and excitement . He leans over to stroke her cheek asking if he scared her . Celeste shakes her head no and leans into him reaching for his cock he pulls her hand away and starts to get out of the car taking a blanket with him .Celeste follows his lead and gets out. A feat he accomplished on this day by biting into his own hand with such savagery he broke the skin; a trickle of blood running down towards his wrist and forcing him to dab at it with a napkin from the terrace table yet to be cleared of the debris from the morning. For though it had been hours since breakfast and Samira’s departure for town; the glasses with dregs of fruit juice and the muesli bowls containing the remains of his petit-dejeuner with Tapani’s mistress –the only time recently he. Sharon looked at the plate of food and then looked up at him with a quizzical look."You sure as shit didn't expect silverware and fine china, did you? Just use your hands and fingers. You need to earn the right to use plates and eating utensils."Sharon looked down and tentatively began picking at her food using her fingers, and her hunger quickly overcame her reluctance to eat using her hands.While she ate, David went to his basement workbench and began working. He had brought some leather,.