.their Sunday morning was spent making the bed.Little did she know she was in for a treat today.?As she pushed the door open she saw her Master sittin... in the old elegant armchair immaculately dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and a beautiful blue tie. She smiled internally and knew he had dressed this way as a treat for her. On his lap was a store bag.?She walked in and smiled, he smiled back and mentioned how nice she looked this morning.?"Strip the bed slut" She walked to the base of the. "It's Jake, here to see Fat Tony. My wife Katie is here too." Yeah. I ain't blind." The panel slid shut and the door squeaked open, the man standing behind to conceal himself. The couple stepped into a dark, cramped vestibule and the door was closed and bolted behind them. The man who had answered the door stepped in front of the two.Despite her fear about the situation, Katie had to catch her breath. He was gorgeous. Maybe six and a half feet tall, black as coal and shaved bald, he looked like. He loved her nut brown hair, and how she would tie it up in her little ribbons every morning. But when Alice rammed herself into her front door, her secret follower sighed. It couldn't be helped. Stepping out of his black truck, he took the spare key he knew Alice hid in the planter and opened the door for her, helping her into the house. She ranked of stale alcohol and vomit, he didn't even want to think about what was on her shirt. He took her to her bedroom and began to strip her. As he did. The image of him when I’d first seen him, all those months ago, and I underhanded it into her.Techne drew in a quick, sharp breath. She didn’t need to breathe – but in the momentary connection, I could see how breathing had been worked into so many layers of her brain architecture that trying to remove the need to breathe would leave her a bugged out, ghosted mess. Knowing that I could reach in and yank and leave Techne dead eyed and twitching made all my flushing and blushing and nervous.