I took a deep breath. I repeated the instructions in my head. "Your blindfold will be hanging on the door. Come inside, strip to your underwear, and p...t it on." I slowly opened the door.It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the light, or rather, lack there of. The front door led to a hall with a door way on the left and obviously the living room straight ahead. I could make that the living room was only lit by several candles s**ttered throughout, but I couldn't see any figures ahead of me.. . It was shocking to hear that someone he knew was that wealthy. But he could also hear the trepidation in Luke's voice. Was it the uncertainty of trying to reconcile his manhood with her bank account?"... Because the money is meaningless unless it can make your wife smile more than she does..." Ray said in the middle of his speech. "... so she can stop for a minute. A long enough minute to realize that she has you with her, and everything is going to be all right. Then it's all good. You are. ? Despite the irony she felt at her awkwardsituation her breasts felt incredibly itchy to her, like they were about toburst. After a while she simply couldn?t stand the pressure and ranto the bathtub.? She was certainly notpregnant, but it felt like she was lactating all the same.? Applying some pressure to her breasts, Cherylmanaged to squeeze the brown substance out of her. By now her nipples were a deep dark brown and the liquidcoming out of them even darker and syrupy in texture.? It poured. He could see that familiar face she makes when she’s about to cum, and she might hop off and leave him if she did, ending his one chance at escape. ‘And when she gets tired of us? What do you think she’ll do then?’ He hoped she would deduce murder and snap out of her trance soon enough for them to make their escape. ‘Oh she won’t get tired of us, she’s getting more friends to play with,’ MJ casually put, effectively extinguishing another one of his arguments. He didn’t like the sound of that.