Chapter Eleven
Saturday, April 10th, 2010, 9:34 am
Gemma was sympathetic when he told her he hadn’t slept.
“Poor baby!” she told him. “It was so cruel to lock you in the Kali ring. Can you forgive me?”
“I’ll forgive you anything, you know that!” he chuckled. At least she’d removed the Kali as soon as she’d got back – and immediately locked him into his usual steel chastity cage.
It was a glorious spring morning and Greg’s VW Passat was a great car for a long drive like this. Gemma loved her little Fiesta, but on the motorway the Passat was so much more comfortable. Greg actually nodded off to sleep for a while in the passenger seat. He didn’t wake until they were leaving the motorway and turning onto the road that would take them towards the coast.
“Hey, sleepyhead!” Gemma chuckled.
