At one point everyone was looking at me. I learned later that they thought I might have wanted to say some words myself. But I wasn't me then. I was a... unfocused shell. And maybe if you held me up to your ear you could hear the ocean roar.Somehow I ended up with a vase and back in my sister-in-law's truck, and then back home. I remember the darkness, and blessed sleep, and one of those smells again.It was the next morning, I think. Well, it must have been the next morning because I don't. After a few minutes she broke away, warning him not to get too turned on too quickly as we had a long night ahead of us all.Next she went to what she called her 'weapon chest', a large wooden chest which contained a stunning variety of whips, switches, rope and leather lashes, straps, rods and other punishment implements. She selected something that looked like a large table tennis bat, decorated on one side with shiny metal studs.She took up a position on my left side, taking a few practice. Sitting on the chair was a black butt plug and some lube, it was clear what she needed to do without reading them, but she did anyway knowing what would happen if she got it wrong. She was new to this style of relationship, but was impressed with how uncompromising Alex could be with instructions, and the punishments that followed.In the hall, Kat pulled down her leggings and underwear, knelt on the chair for better access and slipped the plug inside her ass. The lube was cold at first, a. Nope nothing much, laundry and such.That sounds great but I have to be back by seven. What? Okay then.Twenty minutes. I'll see you there."That evening I mused about my time spent with the Robinsons. They wereneighbors four doors down with a two year old son. In a way we hadadopted each other and become extended family. I attended a Chanukahdinner at their house, they once dropped their son off for a few hourswhen no other sitter was available.With the heat crushing everybody they decided to.