Brenda contemplated whether to follow Mitch into the kitchen and fuck him senseless anyway. The only problem was that she couldn’t shake the image of Vito and Vinnie fucking her senseless, and having to beg for it.
She reluctantly pushed the desire aside, knowing that tomorrow would be filled with sexual adventure. Brenda also opted not to tell Mitch of her phone conversation with Mac earlier, nor of her plans for tomorrow. Brenda joined Mitch in the den to watch a movie on the television. Ever since Carmine and the boys barged in, Mitch stopped watching sports.
The two finally retreated for bed, each worrying about what tomorrow would bring. They snuggled close, but once again, there was no intimacy between the two. They each drifted off into a fitful sleep, Brenda dreaming of getting fucked by Carmine, Vito and Vinnie, Mitch dreaming of getting shot and having his body dumped in a lake on the golf course.
Brenda woke first, anxious to get the day started. She found herself actually looking forward to the mysterious plans Mac had in store. She prepared a nice breakfast for Mitch before shushing him out the door so that he could make his eight o’clock tee time.
By the time Brenda returned to the kitchen, to clean up, she was startled by the ringing doorbell. Brenda readjusted the sash on her robe, tying it a little tighter, feeling the knot of the sash press against the knot in her stomach. She hadn’t expected the delivery to be so early. As she opened the door she eyed the young, blonde haired, blue eyed, lad holding a series of boxes piled atop each other, all tied together with twine and a nice bow on top. Brenda politely escorted the young man inside, and instructed him to place the boxes on the small table by the door. She signed the tablet as he stared at her exposed swells of creamy tit flesh. Brenda flushed at the realization he was staring at her with lust in his eyes.
Just as she did with Mitch, she sent the young man on his way. She watched through the peep hole as he adjusted his bulge on his way back to the delivery truck. Brenda then turned her attention to the boxes on the table, and the envelope on top, tucked beneath the twine bow. The envelope had her name on the front in big bold letters. Just under the name, in red ink was the message, “Read this first!”
Brenda slipped the envelope from beneath the knot and opened it, pulling the crisp white parchment from inside. The note reminded her to follow each direction as it is clearly indicated, and not to deviate “one iota.” The letter continued on, instructing Brenda to take the boxes and place them on her bed. She would notice that the boxes are numbered sequentially. She was to open box number one and follow the instructions inside. Only when the instructions had been “completely” carried out, could she continue onto the next numbered box.
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