>jealousy, different goals, sex, etc.>Sex? No, really? Like what?Well... this is a touchy subject but since we have discussed theintimate details of our lives before: She never wanted to do thethings I wanted. Things that would get me off and make me comeback for more, like look at porn on the. She took my hand and told me to come with her as we made our way to her bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed as she undone my zip pulling out my cock rubbing it until it was stiff, her eyes widened looking at the size before opening her mouth and feeding it down her throat, no one had deep throated me as I felt it slide down her throat.She rubbed my balls slweezing then softly as she moaned, she pulled my cock out of her mouth as she slurped rubbing it slowly, she stopped and stood up and. " He followed, indeed the picture of misery. Roddy stood, glowering at him, letting him know that while I might not kill him, Roddy'd be happy to do it for me. They waited a few minutes outside my rooms as I changed into something a bit more feminine and washed a bit. When I came out, he looked a bit more miserable, because being captured by a woman was bad enough, getting captured by a pretty one was worse. I motioned him to sit, and told Roddy to fetch some wine and food. When he returned I. “When do I get to tell my side?” she demanded one again as she rubbed her wrists that had been made raw by the cuffs.“When I say so,” Thibodeau growled. “Have you had anything to eat yet today?”Roxie shook her head.“I didn’t think so,” he said.Thibodeau walked to a little room adjacent to the office area. He came back out a few seconds later carrying a box of corn flakes, a cereal bowl and spoon, along with a half pint of milk.“It’s all we have right now, so it’ll have to do.”Roxie didn’t have.Read More