Are you naked as I asked?” “Yes Mistress.” “And in your leather collar?” “Yes Mistress.” “It’s late. I guess your wife is asleep...upstairs?” “Yes Mistress.” “Very good. Stand up boy. Hmmm, you do please Mistress. Your cock is hard already I guess. Have you been edging as I asked?” “Yes Mistress, for hours, thinking of you.” “Good. Then your balls will be full of cum. Don’t you dare touch that cock until I say. Understand?” “Yes Mistress.” “I thought I would wear my leather boots and. So I got out of the car and went inside. I saw her looking up at the ceiling (she was checking for cameras). When she found a spot where there wasnt any cameras, she looked at me, gave me a seductive smile, and ducked down. I quickly rushed over to her where I saw her crouched, telling me to be quiet. She made her way over to me and started to pull down my pants. Me dick was already hard from seeing her get out of the car. She started giving me a blow job right there in the store. She knew we. Thank god for small favors. Sometimes it pays to be sloppy. She took the towel, folded in crosswise, and wrapped it around her head. I look like an old Jewish mother, she thought, and took it off, opened it back up, and wrapped it snuggly around her head once more. Better. As she gazed out at the fury of snow and wind as it assaulted her poor, dead car, she began to have second thoughts. Isn’t this how people die? Hyper—no, hypothermia, I think. With a blizzard like this, they probably wouldn’t. ‘Dante sent me home to protect you, and I am not going to let him down again tonight! Now sit and explain this!’ He waved his arm at the two women who looked pale and ill on the sofa before him. ‘Emily you have to tell him, especially now,’ Peri implored. ‘About a week after Nik went to prison I got an email from her. At least I thought it was her. It was her email address, the gmail one she occasionally used when she was mad at the family and needed to rant to someone about them. She called.