I didn’t get any work done on Monday. None at all. I had brought my ‘going out’ clothes with me to work. I changed before I left for the restaur...nt.I waited in my car until I saw Joyce pull into the parking lot. I walked to her car and opened her door. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I helped her out of the car and embraced her, then I pulled out my hanky and offered it to her.After a breath, I asked, “Are you ready? They’re already here.”Joyce took my arm and said, “No, I will. "I'm in charge here- I'll say how fast, and when you finish. Start that bouncing around again, and I'll go sleep on the couch- and leave you here." Stunned, I did as she said- and after another 30 minutes of slow grinding, she let me cum- I thought I was dying. My whole body spasmed with the most intense, powerful, breath-taking orgasm I have ever had. We drifted off to sleep together, me still handcuffed, her head on my chest.I awoke the next morning to the smell of frying bacon. I started to. She was fascinated seeing it grow to its full erect state and with a gasp she asked how it would fit in her front bottom. I told her she would have no trouble taking it. Out of the shower we headed to my room and settled on the bed, she didnt give me chance to settle before she was stroking my length, as her little hands couldnt reach around me she used both hands to rub up and down me, her eyes as wide a saucers seeing my purple head disappear as she came up my length and then appear as she. After that, she began smoking again, mostly so she could play with the hot ashes. ‘It’s not like Béla’s blood will let me die of cancer... ‘ she reasoned.But she didn’t smoke for the pleasure of the drug. Instead, she would lie in bed and light the little white cylinder, take a few puffs, then she would press the lit end against some part of her body, usually one of her nipples or her clitoris, crying out in pleasure as she came.Not satisfied with that, she took one of Frank’s cotton.