“Yeah?”
“You said you’d keep me locked up for a week, remember? It’s been a while now and I was wondering if you’ve thought about it.”
“Yes, yes I have.”
“And?”
“We’re going to stick with the three months recommended by the brochure. I think that’s for the best, don’t you? I mean, you’ve been so very attentive to my needs – we wouldn’t want you to backtrack, would we?”
“Um… No, I guess not.”
“I guess you’d better start dinner, hmm?”
“Yes, I guess I will.” I headed for the bedroom door.
“Oh, and honey?”
I turned. “Yes, dear?”
“Marcus is bringing Leon over tonight, so be sure we have enough beer in the fridge. You might have to make a run to the store.”
“Sure,” I said. I could already taste those black cocks in my mouth.
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