That must be the mortuary where the distress signal originated. Didn’t the elevator message mention a scientist? What is a scientist doing in a mort...ary?I follow the trail until I arrive at the mortuary’s manicured front lawn. A tiered fountain decorated with gargoyles spills murky water from their maws. The square patch of land looks suspiciously well maintenanced in comparison to the overall property’s deteriorating condition.A shadow in one of the second-floor windows catches my eye. It. Yes, that sounded like a great idea. It wouldfeel good to be out of the rain, so I followed them up the stairs totheir door on the second landing."In, Alice," said the mother, patting the little girl on the fanny. "You,too," she said, smiling at me. What a wonderful smile, I thought,standing there."Get in here," said the little girl with a peeved tone. "Now!" So Ifollowed them in.The mother pulled the girl's windbreaker over her little head. I waitedfor her to help me like she did for Alice.. Leaving my underwear in place, you tie a scarf around each of my ankles so that I am truly under your control. As I lay there wondering what’s next, you sit down on the bed next to me. You swing your feet onto the bed and direct them towards my face. You move the sole of your left foot onto my face. As you rub the softness of the sole across my face, you tell me to kiss it. As you continue to move your foot, I trail kisses all over it. When you replace your left foot with your right foot, you. I would be so turned on when I felt your tongue working its way down my ass crack. I would gasp loudly as it crosses over my rim. I would suddenly and powerfully and irrationally wish for you to put your tongue up my asshole. I would try to quash that thought as soon as it occurred because I cannot possibly expect you to do that. It would me so happy when you started working your tongue lightly over my asshole, giving it tender, caring kisses. I would start to feel a small resurgence of hope. I.