It felt unreal. Deprived of the sense of sight, I felt my other senses were suddenly sharper. I didn't know if I was the only woman in the room... or ...all.I wondered if you were there. And panicked at the thought. As I bit my lips, trying to think of an escape route, a male voice started talking. His voice was ceremonial as he boomed... "As you all know, we haven't met in years at the behest of our former Chancellor. Now that he has moved on we have chosen our new Chancellor and we are here. Married guy, don't know his name, or much else about him, just know that he's not hideously disgusting, and he has a pretty decent looking dick. Not pornstar hung, but slightly longer than mine and above average girth. For various reasons, we hadn't been able to hook up since right after Xmas, and I was more than overdue for a nice dick to suck. His office is about 7-8 minutes from my apartment, but probably double that during rush hour, so when I got his email, "headed your way", I prepared. At the end of the hallway was a kitchen, its white interior reflectinglight along the dark corridor. With a little nervousness I poked my head aroundthe door should I find myself an unwanted visitor in a strangers kitchen. Onecan never tell in these old houses just where one persons territory ends andanother begins. I had no need to worry as Inke was sitting at the table pushedover against the opposite wall. She was dressed in pink lace underwear, hermake up still immaculate and those big. I set the fire in the fireplace and we snuggle under the blanket and clean our plates with the still warm bread and sip out hot drinks. As the room warms, your head falls to my shoulder and you doze breathing softly against my neck. I rest my head on yours, smelling the sweetness of your hair, and drift off into a dreamless sleep. We both wake at the same time as the room has begun to chill since the fire is dying on the grate. I lift you into my arms and carry you to our bedroom where I.