" Ian told me as he wrapped his arms around me. "God, I'm such an awful host, would you like something to drink?" I asked him.Why, yes, I'd love a tas...e of your blood, lovely fan of mine, Ian thought."Wait..." I said, as if finally something clicked."What's that?" Ian asked me."Is it about Nina? Don't worry, I don't love her." Ian told me.Because I drunk that bitch's blood and then killed her, Ian thought. Julie needs to go look for a new Elena now..."That's not it, Ian. It's the "Oh, that.". Igot two of his work ties from his wardrobe and against his protestations I tied his wrists to his headboard. So, there he was naked and flat on his back on the bed. I then got a scarf and tied it round his eyes and then another scarf round his mouth. He was my slave now I told him and he was going to pay for cumming in my mouth so much. All he could do was nod, and I could see it was working because he was again as hard as before. I got on top of him and fucked him like he was a female,. There was a forlorn look of sadness in his eyes.Tears were rolling from my own eyes as the third man approached, his fat cock gripped tightly in his rough hand. Wrapping my hair tightly in his hand he ordered, “Open your mouth, whore!”I glared at him defiantly. “You bite, you die!” he said.There was no mercy in his voice, only the threat of death.“Suck my fat cock”, he said in a gruff voice.Reluctantly I complied. He knelt, straddling my body, and thrust his fat cock onto my tongue and into my. The house was clean but I had about two weeks of clean laundry neatly folded on the couch. I just hadn’t felt like putting them away. You laughed as you noticed the look of embarrassment. We walked out side together to let the dog run. You were wearing sweatpants, a long sleeved t-shirt and a coat. The temp wasn’t bad for Jan 6, about 39. We decided to take a walk. It was a beautiful morning. The road is curvy, narrow and secluded; except for about 4 houses. We walked and talked,.