When he asked me when I was going to see him again, I said I didn't know and got my own taxi home.I always get out of the taxi at the entrance to the ...ub-division so that my family and neighbors don't know I've been into the town. My Mum and Dad always start asking lots of questions if they think I've been into town. Where did I go? Who did I meet? So I've discovered that it's always best to walk the 500 metres or so to the front door and pretend I've just been to the local mall. And it was. Yet there must be some substantial time since your last awakening. You should know the difference between a ten second blackout and an hour-plus long one, surely?Most certainly time to rise, at any rate. You pull out from under the covers, swing your feet off the bed and plant them on the floor: damn cold down there. Now sitting up, and still not fully coordinated you launch your upper body upwards and hope it lands somewhere stable. After mission success, you fumble around for your telephone.. It occurred to me that I had never noticed or considered the actual size of the building, having only seen the storefront.A large bay window that overlooked the street dominated the wall opposite the stairs. The apartment included a small, but inviting lounge with a small, two-person loveseat flanked by a plush armchair, and a TV in the far corner opposite the loveseat.Against the wall was a well-appointed desk with a laptop, along with a selection of small figure’s and trinkets. Off to one. She whimpers, begging, “Master, please… please may your slut cum?” her entire body alive, electric, hovering on the brink. She feels his hand move from her aching clit and reaches up to release her right hand from the chain. “Play with yourself slut, cum hard around my cock. Make that hungry pussy beg.” He takes up where she’d left off on her breast as her right hand slides eagerly down and fingers dance over her hot clit, his strong fingers pinching and twisting painfully on her abused nipple,.