What masculinity I still had shrunk further into thecorners of my mind as I contemplated my current fate. "Damn I've become a total wuzz," I screamed...into the panty gag.As I lay there in a pool of my own piss it dawned on the that she hadcompletely defeated me. I don't think that I could live through anotherbeating like I had just recently undergone. I decided then and there notto give her any excuse to do that again. I just had to live through it,bide my time then find some way to escape. She concentrated on bringing herself to orgasm, her fingers moving with practiced ease. She was so engaged that she was surprised, when the kitchen light came on. Shit! She’d always known there was a risk of being caught, but knowing and experiencing it are quite different. She looked into the kitchen. He was there, in his bathrobe. As she lay fully nude on his patio, he limped his way to the refrigerator. Opening the door, he then bent to look into it. She scrambled into her bikini, then. Soft fingers stroking under Meela’s chin as Eos advised, “Stay down here until the noise stops.”Meela nodded and closed the door when Eos went upstairs. Out of consideration, I made sure to tuck my cock back into my pants. By the time I did, I heard a thundering boom from upstairs. This was followed by crashes and deep groaning from the floorboards. The ruckus of a fight.I’m not sure how much time passed but eventually, things grew silent.Meela gave me a nod and we dared to venture back. Leave the laptop and go home. I'll want you in here tomorrow morning at ten. Is that agreeable to you?"“So, then I said: 'Yes Sir, Mr. Larkin', and came home." Janice was explaining her day to her boyfriend and co-worker Charlie.Charlie sat rubbing his temples. "You left him with your laptop. The one you bring home every day. The one that has all the pictures of all your adventures in the file labelled Wishes. That laptop?" Charlie, he isn't looking through my laptop. He just wants the work.