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Posted on: 2018-05-16
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She drove her golden minivan onto the driveway and honked. I saw her and went to the passenger door.
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Sarah then peeled her gym clothes from her body and went to shower.
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Rod had chosen a pretty quiet time, mid-afternoon, to visit.
And I know it's a fake smile because I can see her lips trembling. I reach out and touch her face gently, hand shaking. And my heart is pounding so hard in my chest it's all I can hear, because I love her so much it is killing me.
I wondered how often they "did it" and what else they might get up to. I came up with a plan, not particularly ingenious, but enough for me to find out what I was dealing with before deciding whether to intervene.
She is now being locked in her chastity device with the key to the padlock attached to my bracelet.
I got home, and ran laughing into my husband's arms. We both laughed as I tell him the story.