She made it to the bathroom and then, still nude, sat on an armchair to wait for her torturer to arrive.Manu, with his de-facto assistant Aisha found ...er sitting up in the chair, drinking juice."Is it time?" Her voice had recovered a little, and she could now speak, not too loudly."Yes my love; it is."She got up, with some effort. She faced the stairs that led out of the dungeon. If she was lucky, she might not make it back tonight. If she was lucky.With Aisha at her said, supporting her, Lila. When it fell flatshe continued. "Fine. I didn't make any 'deserving' jerk into a bimbofor nearly two months. Staying away from dive bars helps." That is pretty good," Barry commented. "I guess your anger managementtherapist is happy about it too." Yes. She says I make great progress."Barry nodded, but then it dawns on him. "She? Susan. Wasn't yourtherapist male? You know. So you learn that not every male is a jerk?" She was. But we decided to do a little experiment. So he gets a feelfor what I. "As they finally got dried off, Ike picked him up and carried him to the bedroom and put him under the covers. With the electric blanket turned up a notch, he got warmed up soon. Ike went back out and got another shot of brandy and gave it to him to warm him from the inside. His cock started getting hard, again. Ike carefully leaned down and kissed him. As he returned Ike’s kiss, he said, "You're a good Daddy!"Ike lowered the lights and went out to the living room and picked up his soggy. ”He took her into his arms and gave her a kiss. He had intended the kiss to be a short one but she felt so good in his arms and responded to him that the there now was passion in the kiss and it was rapidly increasing. His hands dropped and grasped her fine bottom while their tongues did battle. He found the button tab on her skirt and released it. The both heard the hiss of the zipper as he pulled it down which caused her skirt to fall to her feet.Since she wasn’t wearing panties his hands now.