”“But what? What do you want Marissa?” He had a feeling that he already knew the answer to that one.“I... I don’t know” He saw her eyes dr...op to the front of his pants and the look of hunger came over her. It reminded him of a movie vampire who sees a drop of blood.“Where’s Sarah?” “In there” She motioned to the spare bedroom. “Please don’t tell her I was watching you. She’ll think I’m a freak.”“Why was you watching us Marissa?” Another question that he already knew the answer to.“I’m sorry Mr.. His girth failed to penetrate her and his cock bent upwards at the base as a little more pressure was applied."Oh, maybe this isn't such a good idea." D muttered with a grimace.Leo grinned, "Its okay pretty lady. Just need a little lube on the condom and we'll be fine."D looked over at me, Lube please darling."I retrieved a bottle of Gun Oil, our lube of choice from the bedside cabinet and handed it to Leo. He poured a little onto his hands and rubbed them together before massaging the. She draws closer, leaning toward me as she examines my face. I can see her eyes scan over the mask. Her perfume – sweet, and clean. Intoxicating. “We’ll have to manually… restart” I watch as her eyes look down.She suddenly turns away. I can only hear her by the machine. Faint sounds – that make connections to my recollection. My bindings holding me tight. My heart pounding. I can hear the sound of the machine change, a short faint whir. Now there was the sound of the liquid, this time. "Now then, Mrs. Evans, I'm going to need to get some basic facts about your whereabouts this weekend. Let's just cover Saturday morning until you arrived back here this afternoon." He got out his notepad and pen, and sat poised to record her description of how she had spent the time period in question.Lisa Evans took a deep breath, and began, "Well, until noon on Saturday, I just did normal housekeeping stuff around the house. Mark phoned me from Pittsburgh around one o'clock, or maybe it was.