”“Maricella, I won’t let you cum tonight if you don’t tell me how wet you are, I’ll bring you to the edge and then leave you hanging. Or may...e I’ll tie you up again and feast on you until you’re writhing and then make you watch while I jerk off.”I whimpered softly and he chuckled.“Come on princess, be a good girl tell Daddy how wet you are.”I moaned again, he was good, pulling out the big guns. He knew my kinks and when to bring them up.“I’m very wet right now,” I managed to whisper into the. Gorgeous home you have here Ted. You must be very proud."As we chatted, Jack shifted in his chair. He spread his legs wide. His right knee, the one furthest from me, came up and the sole of the foot planted itself flat on the lounger. His other leg opened to the side until the sole was flat on the terrace's flag stones. A classic pose - displaying his cock in all its glory."You and Anna got any plans today Tim." No. Nothing particular." My eyes left his grinning man's face and slowly moved. ”“I will,” she muttered as her eyes fluttered open, her arms stretched toward the rafter, held by chains.“What a strange dream,” she murmured groggily, her thoughts still thick with sleep. “And yet it felt so real. And if it was only a dream, why is that I am holding a key?”For indeed, her fingers were closed around what could only be a key.“I don’t suppose it fits these cuffs. And even if it did, I would need my hands free in order to use it. Oh, what a useless thing to bring back from a dream. ?”“But Roberts may have been the driving force all along. Working with Hugh Macklin all along.”Vanessa kissed my cheek, “You’ll get him.”I called Gloria Allen, “I think you and Sistine were right about Eric Roberts. He may be the guy behind everything. Working directly with Macklin.”And I, of course, was the genius who’d told them Roberts was a red herring. That he was being framed.Gloria didn’t lash out; she remained calm, “Tell me.”I told her.Her reaction surprised me, “Your Sullivans have.