Mistress immediately placed a call to Dean on the cell, demanding to know the reason for his presence. An irate Dean let it be known that he intended ...to free his wife from her confinement and end the counseling session immediately.Next she placed a call to Claire to explain what was happening, and to order that Marla be immediately brought from the basement cell, and then bound to a chair in the living room. Dean would pay dearly for his audacity.Attempting to placate Dean, she informed him. I wanted more than to feel his dick .I wanted to feel his energy. I wanted to feel every part of him and everything we never said to each other. I squatted over him and like a gentleman he presented his lovely 9 inch cock. I proceeded to place my hole around it. He threw his head back he knew that whatever I was about to do would blow his mind. I chuckled to myself thinking "this is only the beginning". I was focused making every effort to please every part of him left unsatisfied by that sad. “You want me to take this out, hun?”She nods emphatically“You gonna keep quiet?” I say, taking finger and thumb down to her right nipple as a reminder. A flinch, and another rapid nod.I remove the gag, wiping it on the sheet and returning it to my fanny pack. I reach over and detach my toy from the harness, the smell of rubber and my arousal strong as it glistens wetly. I raise it up to her mouth, resting the tip of the shaft on her lips.“You wanna taste my cervix, lover?” I grin. A shake of. Sometimes I missed the hell out of Cora Leigh. Granted we were only married for three days and she did try to kill me, but still ... she was a heck of a gal.It really is true that time passes faster when you are having fun or staying busy. That Monday was the second of July, and I’d been back in 1877 El Paso for over two months already. I wasn’t setting the world on fire, but I wasn’t dead either. So I figured that I was doing better than okay.Being Monday, it was payday and our day to meet.