Pain, pleasure, agony and sweet climax. Sleep until late on Sunday morning. With a sly look into the packet she counted that there were thirteen more left. Mary became entranced by the bright black latex, the oil that lubricated the sex, the clink of the chains and the lascivious, decadent enjoyment that filled the porn stars as they danced for her and filled their cunts with pricks, hands and rubber. “Two.”
He gasped as he pulled again. Exactly the superior look that she wanted for Mary, exactly the right tone for Bernard. Mary realised that her memory of the show was rather hazy, she knew that they had got back early, but the details escaped her. The room was perfectly neat. It was Evelyn who resolved punishments, rewards and routines, but he loved her too because she treated Mary and him so fairly, she was so even-handed considering that Mary was her lover and Bernard was merely Mary’s husband.
