“I would love to get rid of that gross carpeting in our room and in Annette’s.”“That is something we definitely can do, now that we own the pl...ce.”“And, you have the garage in back,” my mom observed.“That’s right -- we haven’t even looked in there. Maybe that’s a project for a warmer day.”“Well,” Walter said, “you have a bit of a project ahead. When do you go back to work?”“Right after New Year’s. That’s the deal I had with Carla. I think the reno project needs to wait until after the. In slavery thereis the freedom to express one self completely. There is no shame forthe slave in yielding to pleasure, because the slave has no otherchoice."I must seem unconvinced, because she adds, "I was trapped as a freewoman. I was of the scribes, but my tasks were unfulfilling. My lifewas empty and without purpose. I would not return to it, even if I wereset free." How did you become a slave?" I ask.She smiles again."A tarnsman - one of those exceptional men who rides the giantpredatory. I let go of her nipple long enough to tell her that she could leave at any time but that she would be leaving as she was. I said that I was just going to rub my cock head and rub it around and up and down her clit and pussy lips while I stroked it and then would cum on her face, she was soon begging me to fuck her. I was all too happy to oblige. As I entered her I sank balls deep in one stroke. She was so wet that even as tight as she was there was little resistance. I was soon pounding her for. “Come on, honey, text him back and say yes!”Neil hesitated momentarily, “Okay, but what about you. Do you want to come? You’re not really a big fan.”“Yeah, that’s true. But maybe it’s about time I showed some interest in my man’s hobbies and pastimes!” I said with a smirk.“Which man would that be then? Your old man, who you nearly just half killed, or your new man?” my husband shot back with a wicked glint. There was no answer to that.The next few days leading up to the game were pretty.