Up and up until my toes are at waist height. “Thank you, Sir. Milf sex I pour the glass full for him, and return the pitcher. I can’t help thinking as I shiver, about the lovely warm fleece sweat suit and some socks I folded so warm from the dryer earlier. My legs are so weak from standing on my toes for hours that I am simply hanging from it now. Again the warmth fills me. This is locked into place to keep me from moving my head at all. I smile and sit in the chair waiting for him to stir. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”
Terror hits me deep in my solar plexus. But he also seems to be drawing energy from my fear. I have a horrible nagging fear that something is wrong – a car accident – an emergency – who knows. I no longer have any control over my body or my mind. I run to him and hug him, and I realize he has been out drinking, which he rarely does, and probably
