Manning?”Robyn walked over to the mat she assumed was hers and peeled off her cardigan, “Hello Marisol, Mr. Manning.”“Sean,” he replied as h... walked over and lowered his hand to shake hers. Robyn looked up at him, finally getting a good look at his face. Short, red hair, meticulously maintained beard, blue eyes, killer smile. She could tell he was checking her out as well, and the tanks that they both were wearing revealed quite a bit.“Robyn… but you knew that,” she broke their introductory. Instead of finding a sleeping Sarah, I found only a immaculately made bed.The kitchen then, I thought. I bounded down the stairs onto the ground floor. I didn't smell any evidence of cooking."Sarah?" I called out.Silence.I rounded the corner into the kitchen. Once again I was greeted to nothing but an immaculately clean room.She must have cleared away last night's dinner.I briefly wondered if she had run away, until I spotted a note lying neatly on the kitchen counter.It was addressed. I dropped my enveloped hands towards hers. She avoided me easily and unfastened the rope girdle around my habit. She whispered ‘Got you!’ triumphantly as she deftly looped the rope over my wrists and tied them together. I tried to turn to see who it was. She pressed the sides of my cowl together, blindfolding me completely. There was a soft metallic click. Something was holding my cowl shut. ‘Come on, Alan, we have places to go.’ She whispered. It is very difficult to identify a whisper. I. As my throat filled, his cum continued shooting into me. I could feel it dumping into my stomach and filling my mouth.Quickly withdrawing himself, I shot up gasping for air, choking on his cum.Looking back at him, his cock still stood out from him proudly, dripping in a mixture of spit and cum."Go grab a condom and a tube of lube from the drawer over there," he said pointing to the entertainment console. "Hurry it up slut..."Quickly getting up off the couch, I grabbed the condoms and lube from.