Whenmy dick started to get hard again I had to stop looking down or mymouth would transform yet another time. I finished my shower, steppedout and rea...ised the big mistake I made. My hair needed a wash to getrid of all the cum and vaginal lube that was stuck in it, but I hadno idea how to dry it properly. I tried to absorb as much water as Icould with the towels but when I finally hit the bed my hair wasstill wet. I was so tired from that night that I passed outimmediately.-----------The alarm. Both of us completely naked in nothing but the dim light from an outside source. I produce a pair of silk lined cuffs that I strap to your wrists. Holding your hands above your head I hook them onto the door frame. Your stretched, but not quite far enough. The other cuffs go on your ankles, and to each side of the door frame. Now with your legs open you're nearly on your tip toes. This makes your legs look twice as long. Lots of skin exposed for me to consume. I kiss your neck, and trace down. “I don’t even know your name. I’ve been too busy figuring out this space to ask you anything.”“That’s simple. I do not have a name; do you have one, my lord?” She asks flying into his face.A name. It had been so long since he’d used it that he had forgotten his birth name. In the hospital after the visitors stopped he was only known as patient as he slowly weakened and could barely utter a word.“I don’t have a name either.” He says.Her eyes widen, and she floats above him, putting her boobs. He didn’t understand why she was acting this way, but he decided not to ask too many questions. His whirling mind came up with the only line he’d ever delivered to a woman, and it was delivered by instinct.“Tis your fair beauty that makes it like this,” he said, stroking his cock.“Me?” she squeaked. “You honor me, sir.”There was more, but it’s not overly relevant to what happened. The fact is that ten minutes later, after some hurried kisses and some mutual groping, Henrietta was flat on her.