I'll make it up to you. I promise." See that you do," he said smiling. "We'll think of something."They both laughed and he gathered up his bag of club...s by the door and way on his way.Slowly the exhausted housewife drew a bath and eased her tired and aching body into the welcoming warm water. Despite her intentions otherwise she fell asleep in the tub and woke more than an hour later, the water now cold. Rinsing and drying she shed the robe as she entered the bedroom, fell onto the bed and was. Ozzy and I screwed like, well, like we often do. Passionate and loving, tender and slow with a sprint to the finish. He wanted my cervix but that was not to be. How my vagina can take most of him is just one of those things that makes being me a lot of fun. His ejaculation was his normal flood of semen. It's just sad he has this problem. He tells me he loves me and he has to go. "Have fun lady, there is a line of guys waiting to cream you.". And with a wink he is gone. Now come the. ‘Enough, already! I don’t think I can do it again right now.’ I rolled over. ‘I’m exhausted tonight. What time is it?’ I started removing my stockings and garter. He turned and looked at the clock on the nightstand behind him and turned back to me. ‘2am.’ ‘Mmmm. What do you think your family would say if I spent the night again?’ I rose up and crawled up to the top of the bed so that I could pull the covers down and get in the bed. He moved aside to let me. ‘Slut!’ I punched him. ‘Gee, thanks!’. The strands of her bonds were traced in a curious manner, around her wrists and ankles and all around her, right through her little cunt so her clit was never left in peace. Realization dawned on her face as soon as she first tried to move and she began to sob quietly. My eyes slid across the room in search of any other sign of life. It took me a while before my eyes adjusted enough to spot the tattoo girl, chained to the ceiling by the far wall, still unconscious. While I was admiring the.