" He chuckles to himself as he loosens the final bond on her blindfold.Still wrapped in blurry darkness, Seyla strains amidst the heavy pounding, to t...urn her head and see the mystery man. Ralph watches her struggle for a moment, stroking faster. "Here, let me help you." he speaks to her deaf ears. He kicks off his pants and walks to the corner, retrieving a folded, three-panel, full length mirror. Unfolding it, he places it on a stand in front of Seyla. He walks back to her side and waits,. Hopefully just figuratively?" He asked, and I nodded, eyes collapsed shut but too tired even to fall asleep."Very foolish! But I agree!" He laughed. "However, would your honor be equally upheld watching and waiting for the inevitable explosions somewhere else other than here? I'd rather not wait for the first strike and be still here in the house when it burns down. Perhaps a few hidden cameras could suffice for our actual presence, while we take some hot breakfast and make our plans elsewhere.. . rather nice to talk to and to look at. The "look at" part was completely one-sided of course; none of them ever even glanced at him as a romantic interest. But as a conversation partner he liked to think there was a mutual appreciation. Quite often he'd end up at school late into the evening, lounging on the mats after practice with the girls, chatting about their chances of winning the next meet, what to expect on the chem exam next Friday, or why in the world the theater club had decided to. I'd be losing my edge when I got home. She'd once again be incharge. I'd once again be on the slave end of out relationship.Literally, I was fucked.I sighed and wadded up the cum filled tissues that I had cleaned thefloor with, intending to throw them away. The odor was overwhelming as Iunwrapped them to examine how much I had released. Staring at the mucus-like substance, I had an overwhelming desire and licked each tissue cleanof the cum. It wasn't as salty as before. It tasted.