We spent it at the house, and she exhausted me and herself. For a day or two afterwards she gave me every chance at home, and we fucked furiously. She... took to calling me a dear fellow, when her tongue was not against mine, but which was always the case when our mouths got together; and I imagine now, must have been a greater luxury to her than it was then to me. Soon after she received several letters which I said were from her lover. “I wish they were,” said she. Then she took ill, and when. He looked down at me, his mother and now his submissive, naked and handcuffed to the bed."Hmm, what else?" he said to himself but out loud, searching through my box of goodies.Then with a wicked grin, he pulled out my old leather collar and attached to it was a chain. His father had given the collar to me when I first became his sub and I had kept it all this time to remember the games we used to play. It was inscribed with ‘property of Master David'. My son smiled when he read it."I guess it's. "No, burglar..." she stuttered and turned towards the other woman. "Lisa, what were you doing?" she asked perplexed."This might turn ugly," Jennifer thought. She could probably get the rope loose with some work, but the handcuffs were worse. She didn't recall seeing the keys when she looked through the bondage equipment so those must be located somewhere else in the apartment."Lisa, what are you doing?" Laura asked. Jennifer looked up as she heard the sound of duct tape. Somehow Lisa had. Greg and Valerie viewed the police station's flag at half mast. Whilst he was no fan of Benjamin Payne, he felt a degree of sympathy for the man who had come to power through such tragic circumstances. This would be a pivotal moment in the country's history, he reckoned. Everyone would remember exactly where and what they were doing on the day the President was shot."Strike four", Emily shouted, high fiving Talbot as they strode triumphantly into the farmhouse.Huxley grinned at the good.