I didn’t care and neither did Amy. We were married in a simple ceremony with a local magistrate at 10:43 on Friday morning—April 20th. The weeks... after April 15th are still busy with late tax filings, but they’re nowhere near the hectic pressure we feel as we approach the annual deadline. I could afford to take a day off. The honeymoon, however, would have to wait until June.One thing I definitely wanted to do was to install a new lockset in the side door to the garage. The old one had been. The weeks that followed I learned more about the basement, sometimes I'd be just chained and spanked, other times just my mouth would be used to pleasure him, sometimes he'd use my ass and never would I refuse. It got to the point where he'd just hand me the key and my panties would be soaked. I quit college and made money selling kink videos on my website but I didn't care, I belonged to my Father's cock and I was his to use. This weekend is going to be special though, I get to introduce my. .“Shhhh! These calls are recorded for training purposes”. ...that made her laugh. “Has everyone left?” She asked. “We’re the only ones here. All secure”. She smiled and reached over to the bottom drawer of her desk, opened it and started moving things around. I sat on the desk between her feet, moved her left foot on my lap so I could concentrate on some reflexology points; much to her approval. After rummaging around for another moment Katie got a dildo out of the drawer. “I like to do this. RadioactiveI'm waking up to ash and dustI wipe my brow and I sweat my rustI'm breathing in the chemicalsI'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison busThis is it, the apocalypseWhoaI'm waking up, I feel it in my bonesEnough to make my systems blowWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWelcome to the new age, to the new ageWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactiveI raise my flags, don my clothesIt's a.