I was blindfolded," I respond nervously, the dread becoming a heavier weight in the pit of my stomach. "Why were you blindfolded?" Your tone is demand...ng and angry, yet I can see a hint of excitement. "Sir, I bound and blindfolded myself waiting for you to come home, but your friends --" "And you let them cum on my body?" you interject, pulling my head back harder and rubbing your bulging head across my lips and cheek. "Yes, sir." I close my eyes, knowing I have completely disobeyed you. I. Before Carly climbed into bed just a little after midnight she striped down to only her underwear, slowly Sam started tracing patterns on Carly’s bare arm basking in the moment, feeling Carly’s skin under her fingertips after so long it is like a dream come true.Carly started to stir in her sleeep as she slowly began to wake up; smiling as she felt patterns being drawn on her arm and the intense stare that was on her.“Morning sleeeping beauty,” says Sam leaning in and placing feather like. We had some s’mores at the camp fire and then we went inside the camper and watched some T.V. Went to bed around midnight. I was half asleep, no clue on the time, I kept feeling something on my lips, I was too sleepy, I was going in and out of sleep. I felt my mouth being opened and something going in my mouth. Day 4, I woke up at 7am, confuse as hell. My throat hurts some and my lips and chin feel funny. I went and took a shower and headed back to the camper and started to change my clothes. I. He still didn’t trust her, not completely, and he knew Antoinette didn’t trust her completely either. The difference was, the two of them were such old friends, they could become enemies and it wouldn’t ruin their friendship. The fact they’d remained cooperative for hundreds of years seemed more like the exception, not the rule, as far as elders were concerned.Antoinette trusted her enough to have sex with her, with Jack, and the ghouls. That may have sounded like a lot of trust for some.