Stupid really to even think about it. She was just bored. Ben was right, she should take a class or something, anything to fill up the hours and keep...her mind from dwelling on how lonely she was. Anna sighed and turned from the window and went into the bedroom, kicking off her shoes as she went. Oops, not a good idea. She picked them up and stumbled over the dog as he tried to get to them before she did. ‘No, you bad boy,’ she scolded as she rescued the high heels. Patrick growled in. He completely lose grip when the key wouldn’t even fit into the keyhole, he cried like a baby in the cubicle.Back home that evening, Irene had him strapped down to the dining chair before giving him a rewarding, or rather punishing, striptease on the table. It was the first time he saw her fully naked since the CB6000, he realised how much he missed her. Last evening, he once again had to be strapped before being entertained with Irene masturbating, centimetres away from his face. Still horny. After a few minutes i could feel her shaking just a little. I tried to turn her face to me to kiss her but she pulled away. NowI could tell she was crying. "Carole, what’s the matter sweet heart?" "Nothing" "Are you Crying?" No answer. "Carole, what’s the matter? Talk to me." "I'm embarrassed." "Embarrassed? There is no reason-" "No? Look at me. I am wearing a dick. I look like some sad bull-dyke that needs a cock to keep her girlfriend happy." Then she really started to cry. I scooted. Plodding alonganother smaller street, I saw a white-painted family home surrounded by alush garden behind the palm trees that stood between the pavement and thefront yard. The numbers on the porch column matched, as did the overallappearance of the house. A lone light was on in a downstairs window. Ibreathed a deep sigh of relief, started walking towards the front door--andthen stopped in my tracks.I felt a strong aversion to going there. That was Buffy's home, not mine;her family lived there,.