Before we realized, it was five-thirty, and time for me to head home.“That was a good day’s work, Will,” she said. “Same again tomorrow?”“...ure, Cathy,” I said. “I’ll see you after breakfast.”After dinner had settled, my father and I took our run; the first for over a week. Just because I was doing some intense mental work, there was no excuse for slacking off and getting unfit. Back home, I did some piano practice, wait to see if Lori would call, to tell me about her day at work. When she. And most importantly, she loved serving and being used by men. “Mmph” Nikita attempted to moan when the cock entered her mouth, but the ring gag prevented her from doing so. She could feel the hot cock in her mouth, she could taste the sweat on his cock. And she loved it. “Alright cum dumpster, it’s time to put your whore mouth to use again” The party goer started pumping his cock in and out of Nikita’s mouth. She gagged, unprepared for the sudden entrance of his cock. Unpertubed, he kept. ”“I love to cook, but it’s a lot of work when you’re just doing it for yourself. It’s better when you’ve got someone to share it with. I seldom do anymore and I miss it.”One item at a time, she began putting the food on the table; a platter with the chicken breasts, one bowl with red cabbage, another bowl with the potatoes and onions, and a filled gravy boat. After helping himself, he watched as she spooned the gravy over her chicken and on the potatoes. He followed her lead and did the same.. There was no one there, but the note was lying on a small table, just as he'd said it would be. Resting on it was a pair of metal handcuffs, bright and glittering in the dimness of the room. The sight of them made her throat tighten up. Although she saw that there was some kind of padding on the inside of the cuffs, she couldn't help the shudder of fear that went through her, or the slight trembling of her fingers as she picked up the note. .