"Come along like a good slut." The pull on the belt forced Cherry to follow Denise to her bedroom. Once there she pulled the black silk belt from Cher...y's robe. She then pushed her back on the bed. "Hands over your head slut," Denise ordered.Cherry willingly complied, "Yes Mistress."Denise took the black silk belt, tying the right wrist. Then threading the other end through the slats of the headboard and tying the other end of the belt to the left wrist. Once Cherry was bound tight, Denise. Thompson really had no need to look elsewhere, nor any great desire to do so. He found that with his more frequently loving making at home, his love for his wife had also returned - they were getting along better than they had in years.But the Alice had called him at work earlier that afternoon. Her message was simple - after having worked as a whore for several years, it was killing her that her injuries had cut her off from the sex she had participated in (and at times enjoyed) on a daily. "But you're not saying there are other things I need to dothat I don't even know about yet or especially like actually date yourson to get this do I?" Read the dates on the letter honey. You think this happened overnight? You were getting this well before you did what you did for yourfriend this weekend," explained Rita. "It's just after what I saw itmade me snatch up the skirt and blazer while I could! What you do fromhere you do partially for my family and partially for yourself but therest. I got changed, then played with the dogs while Jill showered and changed. She had some brown corduroy jeans that must have taken a shoehorn to slip on and a cream colored shirt with three buttons at the top, all of which were undone. I could see about an inch of cleavage. Just enough to hint at what was there and keep me on my toes, hoping for more. The ever-present letterman's jacket was over her shoulder, held in the fingertips of her left hand.I put my arm around her and gave her a.