I let my hand drift out and I slide my fingers over the smooth material of her outfit. "Dressed up all slutty for your man aren't you?"Mandy lets out ...a small moan through her gag and bows her head letting her hair partially cover her face. I reach out and grab her chin forcing her to look into my eyes. "I expect and answer when I ask a questions slut! Even when you can't talk, you can move your head" I bark out the sentence feeling my cock growing harder and feeling the heady delight of control. "Justin! I'm home!" I shouted as I walked into the house and kicked off my boots. No answer. Just a trail of rose petals that twisted and swerved all throughout our home. I tiptoed along side the crimson trail. It lead me to the couch. On the side table, there was a steaming hot chocolate. On the couch, there was a fluffy beige blanket. I snuggled up on the couch, and sipped the hot cocoa. Once I drained the mug, I set it in the kitchen sink, and went back to my mission of following the little. When I went there, she wanted me to select the dress. She had selected a pair of t-shirt and track pant, a gown.But I rejected the gown cause I found an orange color shirt and a white skirt. We also bought shorts and the t-shirts which she had selected already. We paid the bill and headed towards the supermarket to by some things for our stay. After that, she requested me to buy some alcohol cause she used to drink when she was with Ajith.But after his death, she had not touched that. And after. A glint of coppery, orange intermittently sparked between the leaves. Soon Angela’s pretty, freckled face came into view. She bounced towards me, grinning cheerfully, her ginger hair flopped messily yet alluringly across her forehead. It was chilly, so I was surprised she was only wearing a thin, sleeveless top. The cold air was making her nipples stand out invitingly. I tried unsuccessfully to prevent myself staring at them.“There you are!” She called, as she skipped towards me and wrapped her.