I wanted that; getting rubbed off through my black satin knickers by my dom in her long black gloves, hearing about all of the times she already has d...ne. It took my breath hard when she looked me in the face and told me of these other men she had been sucking and fucking. She was not embarrassed or ashamed when she told me that book club doesn’t meet three nights a week from 10:00 PM to 3:30 AM the next morning. I was thunder struck and feeling like I was going to float. Her hands had. After dinner, things changed dramatically. Lynn got up and announced that it was our job to clean up—whoever doesn't cook, has to do KP. She said she was going to get ready for the evening and there was nothing we needed to do to get ready except to be prepared to follow orders. The last was said with a devilish grin and, then, she turned on her heels and walked away with a provocative sway to her gait. Lynn didn't need eyes in the back of her head to know that she was being scrutinized by two. " "OK, I'll do it." Christopher heard the water pipes stop already. He needed to finish this soon. "Tell nobody about our game or I'll release your secret." "I won't, I promise." Christopher's elaborate plan was working. He had spent 45 minutes thinking about it after he knew Ashley was going to be coming over. He knew when to go up to Morgan's room. He knew when she liked to shower. "OK, well Morgan will be up here again soon. I'm going to just pretend I'm asleep now. Tell Morgan you are going. Skin tears, bones shatter. Pain, white hot pain. Tears fall, wings laying on the ground, broken. Blood spilling, the water becomes red. Looking down, the boy. Safe, alive. Unable to move, pinned down. Something, everything, hurts. But more, coughing, blood pouring. Feeling, a pipe. Small thin, piercing through. Understanding, its over. Life of a child, for the life of his savior. Eyes growing heavy, darkness over whelming. Fighting, wishing, to see her face, one last time. Running, heart.