"Um..." She thought about it for a few seconds then replied, "Oh ok, seeing as you have been a very good slave to me this morning, you can have some f...od, afterall you'll need to keep you're energy up for what's in store later."I didn't know what she meant by that but I thanked her anyway and made my way down to the kitchen, taking the tray with the empty plate and glass on it with me and quickly washed it all up. I then had a slice of toast which I made for myself earlier and drank some water. Desperately I groped over his body until I felt his hard cock under my hand, Sean groaned around my nipple as I closed my fingers around his shaft and started to rub them up and down his hard flesh. In response his fingers moved faster in my pussy, pressed harder on my clit, squeezed my nipples even more firmly as his teeth rubbed on the other nipple. Under this sort of attention it wasn't long at all before I felt the rising surge of a climax, I cried out as ecstatic waves of delight washed. She also noticed that Brian’s wheelchair was gone. For a moment she got excited. She held on to the hope that one day Fred would leave her. She found a note pinned on the refrigerator. It read: Annabelle, we went to the boiler room to try and fix the heat. Have my food ready when I get back. Fred. She made herself a steaming cup of cocoa before realizing they had been gone a long time. ‘ Guess I should go make sure they’re not locked in.’ she said to herself. She grabbed her coat and trudged. She did not laugh, she smiled. She had green eyes, curly blond hair up to her shoulders, and was voluptuous. Her 5’6” frame was always stylishly dressed, and it was easy to notice the gorgeous curves. It was not too difficult to picture her as the wife of a successful man, with a kid or two at home, and everything in order- except she did not wear a ring. Quite frankly, she made me very self-conscious, and lust was the farthest thing fro my mind when I talked to her. It was only when we.