After I serviced her with my mouth, she told me to prepare myself for the evening. I was to go to the bedroom, and bind myself to the bed face down on... a towel. I knew at that time that the towel was for two purposes: keep my cock from soaking the sheets with pre-cum and keep the oil she planned to use off the sheets. She also told me to blindfold myself I was to perform all this and if I did not, I would be punished.I bound myself as instructed and waited excitedly for my mistress. She let me. There was movement on the bed that he was vaguely aware of, but he was not inclined to act, as exhaustion was now claiming him for sleep.He felt her lips on his own and he responded. They weren't terribly urgent, and the kiss was long and slow. He could taste himself on her tongue, but he didn't care. As she said to him the first time that she had tasted herself on his lips, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander." After a little while they broke the kiss and she snuggled down into. A t-shirt and cotton panties covered strategic parts. Olive drab. Leftovers from her military service?"How many? Where?" she asked."Six, two on each side." Backup?" I don't know." Jerome... ?" He knows. This is his gun." He has more. Come," she said and moved by me.I knew where she was taking me. Would Jason, Dad, Sara and Donna be there? Safe? The house boasted a bomb shelter. The day we arrived, we'd been instructed what to do and where to go if we were attacked. Access to the shelter was in. "I didn't like what I was doing, but I felt I had little choice. Paula was lying to me. I had to know why. In all my years with her, I had never suspected her of not telling the truth. Now those years of trust were being eroded."Well, Boss, I did a pretty good job last night, but you won't like what I found out," began Steve as he sat down in the chair in front of my desk. "Your wife met some slick looking dude at the Dew Drop Inn. They sat at a booth in the back, so we bought a couple beers.