"People I love keep asking for my forgiveness today. First my dad, and now you. Yes, I think killing them ourselves would've been wrong, and I also th...nk you would've ended up regretting it, but..." He makes a helpless gesture with both hands. "There weren't any good choices, you know?"People I love."What about you," he asks, playing with a strand of her hair, "forgive me for backing out on you?" I think," she answers quietly, "that your doing that might have saved us from ending up like. “I went to turn it on and it just started, like, spitting. I don’t know, stuff is always breaking here. I didn’t even have any WiFi for like, a whole week when we moved in. It was pretty bad.” I trailed off, realizing that I must sound like a spoiled little child to this man who had already lived a whole life before the advent of social media and its all-consuming demands.He uh-huh’ed along with me and turned on the sink. The faucet creaked and groaned, spitting like an angry, chrome-plated. A little hazy from the alcohol and still unsure of how far this was going to go. He undid the belt and unzipped Leo's jeans. Behind them, he found black boxer briefs containing a large erect penis."Take it out," Leo said."Ok," said John and found himself staring at an eight-inch erection. "I don't have a lot of experience," he warned.Leon put his hand on the back of John's head. "You'll do fine," he said.Something about the matter-of-fact tone really turned John on. He kissed the tip of Leo's. I walk over to my slave and grab his face. ‘Such a pretty slut, aren’t you?’ I make a point to carefully apply the lipstick on his firm, pout. ‘Yes Mistress.’ I nod my approval. I always expect an answer to direct questions. Next to where he kicked off his shoes and socks I have a pair of sexy red heels, in his size, waiting. I kneel to slip them gingerly on his feet. My own short skirt riding up my thighs, the air caressing my bare pussy. ‘I adore my pretty slut. Pamper you, make you so.