He still had time for one little chore which was taking out the garbage. The sun was warm outside and Hudson loved that this particular street was qui...et and seemingly safe. But then again, he had just moved in. He had heard from different sources, many of them being other cops, that Bensonhurst Brooklyn was Mafia territory. So far, he had seen nothing to confirm that. He took out the garbage, which was mostly what he had for dinner the previous night, toilet paper and materials he had found he. I watch as you flick open your cell, followed by your glance around the library until your eyes fell upon the location. Once more the echo of your every step against the granite floor, resonating through the old library. Artificial light fills the central concourse, slowly disappearing into murkier darkness amongst endless rows of tightly packed bookshelves, the neon lighting giving way to fractured moonlight that filtered through the window blinds. I watch as you reach the stairs, taking the. "When you are finished with your make-up, hurry downstairs," L ordered.I did as I was told and arrived downstairs to see L standing in front of the Chair with a bundle of toys and rope. (The Chair is this throne-looking thing. It has a high back, with arms and is covered in red vlevet.) Wearing only the bustier and stockings, my cock waved out in front of me, betraying my excitement. L pointed me to the chair."Before you sit down tho.." L placed the wedge-shaped butt plug on the seat. . So why don't you crawl on over here and give it a little kiss or two. I sat back on my stool, 'lemme think on it a minute, I said, maybe there's a better offer in the room some where. As I watched I could see his tumescent tool pulsing with the blood that flowed thru it, it seemed to be beckoning to me and I felt a familiar twitching in the cheeks of my ass. I slowly stood up and pulled my T-shirt over my head, kicked off my shoes and got down on all fours, never once removing my eyes from.