The instructions are clear- “If you move, or say a single syllable, I will simply leave. If you cum, I will leave. Do you understand?”Nodded acqui...scence. Ankles roped with purpose. Scant regard for anything other than effect. Comfort: secondplace. Aesthetic: immaterial. Left ankle to one arm of the chair. Right, to the other. Facing the back of the chair; knees spread. Cushioned by increasingly threadbare velvet.Now, I do need to add a petit health warning; I know the velvet is just adorable-. Damian and his mother Evelynn were allowed by the authorities to flee as Damien’s father was a former decorated general in the military. Evelynn decided she had seen enough death around her, after mourning and burying her late departed husband, not wanting for her son to share his father’s fate, she sold everything they had and fled.Damien was trained from an early age in a militaristic environment by his father, and not only him as his base of operations was close to their home, most of the. As she stood there in the kitchen I kept picturing all of the events from the night before. I couldn't believe what I had seen, but I was so happy and nervous at the same time about how it had affected me. Her phone would periodically chime as she received text messages, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were from him. I didn't even know his name, but I couldn't stop thinking about him and hoping I would see him again. She smiled as she replied to whoever she was texting which just. "I had no idea about you and Patty. At work she acts like everything is fine. She talks about how wonderful you are and that you never fight." We don't. Maybe I have an overactive sex drive or something. I don't know. If we were going to fight, it would be about that. But I don't want sex unless I know the person I'm with wants it as much as I do. So, no, we don't fight."She smiled, hesitated, then asked, "How often do the two of you, uh, you know, do it?"I chuckled and said, "We haven't.