"That hurt me, that you, you, you toyed with me. Oh. By the way, you aren't the only one who has been practicing lately. I've had a lot of time on my ...ands recently and well..."I gasped as the pressure suddenly disappeared."One more thing. I love you, Master," she ended.I didn't know you could giggle across the link.I had to wait to stop shaking before I continued. I would never be safe in this house again. With my voice still shaky, I asked, "Are you done?" Lawrence, is something the matter.. ‘Wh- where am I?’ he whispered. ‘Am I in … am I dead?’ The man spoke. Briggs recognized Scanlon, the man from the execution chamber. ‘No, you’re not dead,’ he said. He was leaning against a closed door, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Briggs looked around the room, a sort of utility or work area. On one side of the gurney was a high workbench that ran the length of a wall, on the other side a long wooden box with a loose cover was pushed up against the opposite wall. ‘What’s going. “Love me,” she whispered with a faint surprising innocent and helpless voice as she surrendered her emotional vulnerability to me, falling deeper into my arms. We kissed and kissed but it wasn’t enough and never could be. Our hands and lips devoured each other with a determination of desire that I had only ever felt before in Barry’s arms. We together had nothing left withheld of ourselves and somehow we floated magically into each other’s arms falling seemingly weightlessly onto the lushness. Today is our fifteenth wedding anniversary and to celebrate our sexy marriage, his gift to me is giving fifteen men a blow job.”“You have a very thoughtful husband!” one said, who appeared to be the leader of the group. “Why don’t you take a seat on my lap and we’ll talk about the first thing that pops up?” he joked of the old and stupid pickup line.“I want to feel like I’m sitting on a cucumber, not a string bean,” she countered and they laughed, except him. “Sorry boys, just blow jobs.