He says he is going to be home late from work again. I just finished putting dinner on the table.I sit there and eat alone, having a glass of dark red...wine. I know he’s fucking someone now. I take off my pants and start fingering my pussy as I finish eating alone. That bastard.It is a couple of hours later when I hear him come in the door. The food has been in the refrigerator for a while. I am lying in bed naked. I can hear him rummaging around. He gets a beer out of the fridge and starts. She takes his half-hard cock into her mouth, feeling his meat push open her pink lips. She looks up at him submissively for a moment. He loves the sight of his cock in her mouth. Emmy focuses on his cock, working it in her mouth dutifully. Her eager mouth salivates over it. Her right hand cups his balls, slowly rubbing them. Her left grips the shaft as her mouth moves back-and-forth. She sucks on his cock, moaning softly as she feels herself get wet. Emmy feels his now throbbing cock on her. "A bull whip is pretty serious. I can skin you, an inch at a time, until you bleed to death. You want me to do that?" Well..." Cherrill seemed uncertain."This has something to do with the fact that Michael's a Phoenix, doesn't it?" he realized.Chagrined, Cherrill nodded. "I want to show him I'm not afraid of pain – not afraid to die for him." It is the truth?" Frank wanted to know. "Do you fear pain?" I don't want to," she admitted, sounding nervous, "but I'm not sure."Frank nodded and made up. She had also found a small array of other devices she’d learned about. His feet were struggling to push him taller, in hopes to release his shirt from the hooks. Sophi took that as a que to secure his ankles first. Moving his legs out, tying him to the extended bottom portion of the sculpture. She reached under her dress one more time, and he saw the lining of her thigh high stockings and a garter strap resting just above that. Her hand ran over the milky skin and rested on a small pouch.