Hey had been in a drunken slumber earlier when I'd pulled Ellen's robe over her shoulders, leaving it open in front, and arranged their bodies as they'd been 15 years before. I had dropped Roger's towel in the open doorway. resetting the alarm for two minutes away, I placed it on the headboard above them and walked to the kitchen to make coffee. Fifteen seconds extreme bdsm after the alarm went off, gales of laughter erupted from the room. Ellen was still laughing when she stumbled into the kitchen, her robe tied. Roger followed, his towel around his bdsm humiliation gallery hips, leaning his head against his arm on the kitchen counter as he guffawed. Well, that wasn't what I'd thought would happen. There would be no repeat performance, but I'd learned long ago that few things in life work out the way we think they will. Ellen and Roger laugh about it now, admitting it couldn't have happened if they hadn't been drunk. Neither has ever been drunk again. continue...
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