He could not hear it, did not want to hear it. ‘Hmmm.’ She sighed, raking her hand through her auburn hair. She let her eyes travel over his form ...ver so subtlety. There were some who had found him unattractive, had made him feel so low about himself. No, he wasn’t perfect, nor was he a Brat Pitt. In a way, that made him even more desirable than any movie star, any Joe Blow tall, dark, and handsome. he was so god-damned beautiful. She adored the way his bangs swept down into eyes that varied. Now, Ken. Come over to the cross." She fastened me to the St. Andrew's cross, facing out, my cock and balls totally exposed. "I'm putting this blindfold on you. It heightens the sensations when you can't see." When it was in place, I felt something at my mouth. "Open up, Ken, something to suck on while we play. You can easily spit them out if you need to. Okay?" It was a pair of panties, damp and crusty with cum. "They belong to one of my slaves who masturbated in them. Are they tasty?" I. She hadn’t seen his shit-eating grin as he watched her gaze upon his palatial home, since he quickly put on his best poker face. “Hey, I’ve gotta go grab a few papers for the account from my office. Could you go grab me my briefcase from the far room at the end of the hall? It’s on your right.”She nodded semi-vacantly and walked in that direction. It was only after she opened the door, flipped on the light, and walked a few feet into what was clearly a spare bedroom that she realized Longman. Sandy suggested we make a grocery store run to get a few things for supper and the house. Neither one of us had brought much in the way of food from our depleted cupboards. The Publix next to the trailer park was the fastest and we spent about twenty dollars on some food for later, tomorrow, and some beverages for us to use to celebrate.Back at home; we began to unpack our things. I had started to pick up a box of my clothes, but had to put it down when I became dizzy. When I staggered, Sandy.