Ted watched her inhale, smelling the fleshy scent of his crotch on the leather flap. She then put the flap to his nose, and without command he breathe... in. The smell of his balls penetrated his sinus, and he found himself becoming aroused again. Wendy noticed his returning erection and placed her terrifying leather boot against his crotch. The sharp hard rubber against his swelling cock felt very strange, but it did not scare away his arousal. Wendy lowered her foot and saw his penis pulsing as. ‘You’ll make some guy a wonderful wife someday.’ She put down her fork and looked at him steadily, smiling but somehow solemn. Her eyes – both of them – were warm, but hard as steel. ‘I don’t want to be anybody’s wife, Geoff,’ she said, her voice level. ‘I want to be your cook, your lover, and your naked slave girl forever. I want to feed you every day and fuck you every night. I want to dance for you and hold you and sleep in your arms and cream on your cock and eat your cum and make you. I pulled my sodden top over my head. Sweat cooled on my skin and fell in droplets from my matted hair. My breaths were slowing, but my chest kept rising and my heart rate galloping. After thirty-odd games I was still no calmer, tension dug into my shoulders and an animal spirit roared in my stomach, desperate to get out. I could have screamed, but I didn't. I was burning from inside. Rattle. Creak. Click. The cubicle door opens and locks behind me. I start to turn to look around, but you're. “We’ve seen how this venture ended. Now we need to know how it all began. What went wrong? What prevented your return to base?” Sheila put her hands on her hips and waited.I shook off the sensation I was a kid about to give some lame-ass excuse to my mother for missing curfew. They always say discretion is the better part of valor. I sat in silence, leaned forward, wiped my palms on my thighs, and returned Sheila’s gaze. Group questions are a form of verbal volleyball. Not in a good position to.