I’d glimpsed a kind of carnal passion that I never suspected she possessed. She’d always claimed to enjoy sex, but she never gave any evidence th...t she craved it. At least not with me. Hmm, maybe that was the key.I had an idea. It might have been the worst idea I’d ever had, or the best. I had no way to judge it objectively. I convinced myself it would be a horribly stupid thing to do, but I also had to acknowledge that it might be just what was needed. I wanted Irene to be satisfied. I. Because I know you, as an act of defiance, I open the box first, leaving the note until after I discover the contents of the box. In the box are another note, a blindfold, and two wrist restraints. I open the note in the box with a distinct feeling of dread, I know somehow you have anticipated my actions, I should have behaved and opened the letter on the table first. Oh pet, you have disappointed me, for that you must be punished. Put the wrist restraints on and then go to the closet. I want. . but ... pweese suck my neck and tell me I'm bootiful" Lips attached with super suction to my neck, tongue drawing 'I love you' over and over on the skin between your lips' you send a wave of excrutiating pain deep into my lower tummy as you thrust index, middle and ring finger inside me."Awwie! Oh oh oh yeeeees!!!" I cry out as I tighten around the thickness of your fingers."Oh yeah baby," you say very loudly. "Fuck yeah. That ... oh ... that pussy is gonna make us both scream tonight." Oh. It depicted not only the pattern and color, but also shape, texture, temperature, and movement. And, Wesley nodded to himself, the sound. As the clarity of the music faded into his consciousness, he was reminded of the choir singing in his ears on the climb to the City. Each presence had a voice of its own and the beings passed him from one to another, moving in such patterns that Wesley could no longer be certain that his feet touched the ground.Wesley opened his mouth to join the chorus and.