The letter on top was unopened and had his full name typed on the envelope. XXX Well, so what. By this point, Marie was starting to get mad. Heart pounding with excitement, Marie inched her way towards the door. He waited while she struggled into position, the chains just barely allowing her to clasp her hands behind her head as she knelt before him and spread her thighs. She returned the bottle to its spot and replaced the cap. With that kind of money, what was he doing here in a coastal college town, running a bookstore and driving an old van? She had obviously been obedient to his instructions about cleaning the house—but the other? She hesitated only a moment…then plunged her face into the pile of laundry.




















