“Jessica, darling, I’ve brought someone home to meet you. I hope you don’t mind… are you prepared the way we discussed?”
So is this finally my moment? I can hear at least two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. Is he with them, or is he staying down there until they’ve started on me? I left him to sort the details out and I don’t really care which way he decides to do it, as long as I get royally fucked. He doesn’t know about the blindfold, but he doesn’t have to— that’s totally for me.