Hearing this vow come out of his mouth, the ghost of the incorrigible horn-dog inside shriveled up and quietly died. Amazingly, Jay didn’t mind. The beaming and kisses his mistress rewarded him with made his cramped chest swell again with wax-cracking gratitude. Meeting eyes that gleamed now with maniacal triumph rather than unshed tears, he responded to her renewed enthusiasm in kind – with her own latest promise already slipping from his mind.
“Let’s call room service, slave! This party is still just getting started!”
Jay
When Jen got off the phone with the desk, she broke out a hefty cannabis cigarette. Clearly still a girl of her word, she fired this up even as she re-grabbed the bottle of vodka. Returning to the bed she again curled up boots and all beside her bound property.
Wher
