The work was its own reward and the miles traveled never mattered to me.My apartment wasn't much to look at, I prioritized practicality over comfort s... it was one of those apartments where the kitchen and the bedroom are the same thing and the only other room is the bathroom. Its basically the real estate version of canckles. I had a small bed and a drawing desk right next to it with a box of art books and novels. A poor man's work studio.I didn't bother putting away the stuff in my box and. I had a quick thought wondering how much of that sorrow was due to a loss of a valuable asset. I didn't voice that question, but nodded to him."I understand," I answered. "I had not thought that far yet, but I knew that would be the case. I will deal with it as I have to. My concern is to keep that attention from spilling over to our children. I do not want the press, however well intentioned their desire to protect the First Amendment, to hassle our girls. If that happens, I will deal with it. Once upstairs she posed for a few pictures with the jeweled plug peaking from behind the string of her thong. My rock hard cock was literally throbbing from my hard on now and my precum leaking from my tip was wetting my boxers. I ordered her on her knees in front of the vanity and pulled my boxers down to the floor. She had little time to react as I placed my dick to her mouth and forced the head between her lips. I ordered her to clean me up with her tongue but not to allow me to cum. She. ”We were a well-organized team, in less than five minutes we were seated and eating. Excited, we ate quickly. As soon as we finished eating we cleaned the kitchen. Again, we worked efficiently. In a short time, we were hurrying to our bedroom.In the bedroom, Jeanne turned to me and said, “Michael, we're in slut mode. You understand what that means.”“I'm going to be wearing the chastity cage.”Abby asked, “Is that okay?”Smiling, I answered, “Of course it is. It's part of the game.”“Where have the.