Michaelene repeated the process with Todd’s ankles, while the man who was her husband alternately sighed and moaned. As soon as she determined that Todd was utterly helpless, she reached down and took the bottom of his T-shirt in her hands, pulling it up and over his head.
By now Todd was actually crying, though his T-shirt in part muffled his sobs. Inside the shirt, his visual landscape was reduced to a plain white.
With Todd completely immobile and visually deprived, Michaelene left the room and treated herself to a leisurely glass of wine, a vintage made from a fruit pear known as Clamendo Especial.
The long stemmed crystal goblet sat on the right-hand side of the vanity table, and Michaelene sipped wine while she got into the lingerie she liked to wear whenever she felt called upon
