I tucked my cock back underneath, and pulled on a black lace trimmed pair of what they call power thongs - they're halfway between a bikini and a thon... but they hold you in - and I also put a panty liner inside just to make sure there wouldn't be a bulge. On top I decided to wear a black satin and lace bustier, which laced up in the front and had garters along the bottom. I pulled on a pair of fishnet stockings, and stepped into a pair of black dress sandals with 3 1/2" stiletto heels and was. Thank you to all three of you for the tour of your dungeon. I lookforward to serving you all again." Then I winked at Junior.Mark met us at the elevator and Junior released my hand, and my husbandreached down and took hold of it. Reclaiming me and then he looked the boysover and said, "So did you enjoy my wife's company for the last hour and ahalf?"The boys assured Mark that they did and thanked him for allowing them tohave me and they also assured him that I was special and they had. "Well, hell. I spent a day in Bangor visiting music stores. I found what appeared to be a very nice flute for about 1200 dollars. I bought it, put a ribbon around the case with a bow on it and left it under her pillow.The next morning I beheld a screaming, jumping Julie that tried to hug me to death. I caught her smiling much more often after that. She'd sold her precious flute to feed her kids while working at that hotel. In my ignorance I'd gotten her a much nicer instrument.The kids already. Which sound was sweeter, a breath that had been stolen, or the one that was wedged sideways in her throat? You know the kind. It's the one where she sucks in her breath, making that little inbound squeal and it lodges there in her throat, unable to come out. What a sweet sound. It was hard to decide which one was the sweetest.The echoes of her broken efforts to breathe rang in Catherine's head like she was still with Karen. The bed still smelled of their sex. Catherine continued to replay the.