The only difference was that she now wore the standard harem costume of an unbelted silken dressing gown, allowing him unfettered access to her body.T...en she was much relieved to have a period. It was a little heavier than usual, and quite painful, but it was a relief to her to know that the contraceptives were working. Three days after her period ended she was again taken to his bedroom, where he watched as she removed the scrap of clothing she was wearing."I think we'll try something. Three towels hang over the radiator, two white ones and a claret and blue West Ham one. The choice is as simple as it is devious. I carry the towel back to the bedroom, wiping my cock with it then handing it to her and waiting for her reaction.“You really do have a death wish don’t you,” she said, wiping my cum from her face and hair. Two things suddenly occur to me. What makes me do these things, unnecessarily inviting trouble. The second is the time. My phone reads 7:54, if my primitive. It was more to get out of the cave for a day and to interact with others than any other real necessity. They had more than enough food stocked away now to meet their needs for many months, if they had to stay hidden. They even had cluckers living in Bess’s cavern so they had eggs and Mark could cook his chicken dishes.The day out was always fun, and they had taken to exploring odd little stores just for the fun of it. Mark collected any books he found, and he had collected some other odd. And I appreciate your trusting me.’ That was a calculated comment. She hadn’t thought about the fact that I was asking her to trust me by keeping my identity secret when she answered, she was thinking about the commissions. But now that I framed it that way, the fact that she had already promised me confidentiality meant that she did trust me, so in her thinking I was now a man she could trust. Good—trust up meant guard down. We got out and she went to show me the place. High heels and sandy.