She wiped the tears from her face, which was every bit as beautiful and lovely crying and in tears as it was flooded with pleasure. She pushed the hai... from her face and looked at Roger with an exhausted, drained, but grateful smile. “Thank you, Sir” she said. “For everything.” Roger gave her a small but honest smile. “You don’t have to thank me. I was just doing my duty to my Captain, and his wife. He’s saved my life more than once. I owe it to him.” “You’re a good man, Roger. Thank you for. I meant what I said about being away from my phone. I was dealing with something, and by the time I got back, I felt it was too late to call or text so I waited until morning. Believe me, I didn't get much sl*ep either." I miss you, Freddie." Babe, I'm right here. There's-" No… Listen… I miss the you from two weeks ago, who was fun and flirty and so witty and charming. The guy I fell in love with. We haven't even slept in the same bed since that night, despite me clearing the room out for it,. ”That’s when I remembered I had agreed to keep an eye out for Bree this weekend, not that she needed much watching knowing she would spend most of the weekend in our apartment complex’s pool. “Of course it’s not a problem” I told her as I kept walking towards my room to get out of my work clothes.When I came back out a few minutes later after changing into shorts and a shirt I grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked over to sit down. I picked up Bree’s feet and sat down putting them into my. Suddenly a warm and wet set of lips engulfed the head while taking it's time sliding my length as far into her throat as she could go. As calm and relaxed as I now was, my mind raced back and forth over who was giving me this most incredible blow job. It finally occurred to me that I didn't much care at this point and that I would just sit back and enjoy what was happening to me.The funny thing about sensory deprivation is it makes you pay more attention to things you would normally take for.