Ha ha ha. So, how was the drive over here?’ he asked. ‘It was good. Oh! I got you something!’ i said, remembering the watch. I went to the car, ...nd got it with it’s own case, and gave it to him. He opened it up, and smiled. ‘Woah! No wonder you didn’t fly here man! You spent your fare on this for me?’ ‘yeah.’ i said. ‘this is so cool. Thanks, Truce.’ he said. ‘don’t mention it.’ I said. so I got my stuff, and brought it over to the extra room. I know when I come over, I’m always in this room. . This went on in fifteen-minute bursts, with twenty-minuterests, until lunchtime when Ray was returned to the boudoir, still inthe chair, where a salad lunch awaited.The afternoon was filled with massage and manipulation. Varioushairstyles were also discussed by the two beauticians, trying toinvolve Ray, but without success. He decided to make passive resistancehis protest as he needed to gain strength to be able to do anything.Dinner followed, with the second dose of pills delivered by. The next few weeks were busy ones. Jen was getting ready for the next semester. Meetings to go to, schedules to make and finalizing the curriculum, etc. I was setting up meetings, getting franchise contracts ready. As I said, it was a busy time. But, we would always make time for us. Jen wouldn’t have dinner until I was home. She would have snacks before I got home, sometimes enough that she wouldn’t eat dinner. But she would be there with me. Slowly our lives began to quiet and become…what. Her skirt,which would fall to about mid-thigh, is pushed back, up her smooth,shapely legs, to reveal her cock, which juts, half-erect, from beneaththe hem of the pushed-back skirt, a tangle of dark, coiled pubic hairvisible just above the shaft. Her knees are together, but her feet areapart, and she stares straight ahead. Seated in an executive's swivelchair mounted upon a wheeled platform, a somewhat older woman, her hairin a bun adorned with a small red bow, wearing gold earrings, a.