If the stool he normally sat at was occupied he chose the nearest empty one. Otherwise, no change, ever. Even the time he arrived, six thirty in the m...rning, never varied by more than a couple minutes.Good grief, Thelma thought to herself, what a miserable existence you must lead. She stared pityingly at him. Does your wife wind you up like a toy and send you waddling off to work every day?He looked up and caught her stare. "What? What's wrong?" Your fly's open," she answered without thinking.. I suppressed a chortle."Okay," I began again. "What infraction didn't you commit this time?"Grumbling incoherently, Sara yanked one hand, then the other against the tough leather cuffs. By the time she limped out of this room an hour or so from now, her wrists and ankles would all be angrily raw, despite the heavy padding on the cuffs. I sighed, thinking of the stupidity of it."Do I have to call Sister Mary Ellen?" I asked patiently."Call anybody you want!" she shouted back, yanking both of her. Michelle was struggling to free herself from her top without loosing contact with my clit with her tongue. I could move and did, reaching down I pulled her top over her head. Her nipples were standing out like organ stops. I struggled to catch my breath. Something wonderful was happening to my insides. I could feel the pressure building. The wonderful pressure. I was there. I had a sudden feeling of relief. Then the glow centred beneath my navel spread out to fill my whole body. I looked. Since the Orchid Pavilion was ultimately the most renowned part of Eagleton’s, the storyteller was fated to spend many hours working around My Belle. She was a magnificent specimen with dazzling hues of green and amber flowers, flecked with gold and tinged with a blush of violet that almost glowed. Her flowers were not large but held clear, bold patterns. This was not a shy orchid. It radiated its exquisite formation with a rare clarity. As it happens, the storyteller was smitten by the.