No, wait to see what's planned ...

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, nervously aware that evil was laying in wait. 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.

It was Mitch who was first to rise, never really having slept at all the night before. He felt like a prisoner on **** row, knowing that his execution was scheduled for the next day. He quickly showered, and kissed his beloved on the forehead, before turning to leave, wondering if he would ever see her again.

Brenda hadn't slept well either, but had managed to get enough sleep to find the energy to get this day started. She hurriedly showered after Mitch had left, knowing that there was to be a package delivered. She didn't want to be caught in the shower, when the package arrived. Sure enough, just as she had stepped out of the shower, the doorbell chimes were ringing throughout the house. In a hasty manner, she draped the white terry robe over her damp body and rushed to the bedroom window. She spotted the overnight delivery van parked at the foot of the driveway. She lifted open the window, allowing the crisp cool morning air to wash over her entire body, sending shivers throughout her naked form.

“Hold on! I'll be right down!”

She called out to the unknown person, hoping they heard her, and would wait, and not leave a note saying they “tried” to deliver a package!

She traipsed down the stairs, with a towel in hand, still drying her hair, opening the door to find a young lad standing in the doorway, holding a small box and an envelope. She smiled demurely as she stepped to the side and invited the young man inside. She took the package and turned to place it on the foyer table next to the vase. Turning back rather abruptly, she caught the young man's eyes focused on her ass. His face became increasingly red as his eyes traveled slowly back up, lingering on the exposed swells of her breasts. Brenda chuckled and cleared her throat, garnering his attention as she held out her hand, waiting to sign for the delivery. She took the electronic device, scribbled her name, and took the opportunity to survey the delivery man in much the same manner as he had done to her. Staring at his crotch, she snaked out her tongue and bathed her lips, humming appreciatively before handing him back the tablet. “I hope you come bay again, sometime soon,” she quipped before pushing him out the door.

Quickly closing the door behind him, she peered out through the peep hole and giggled as the young man continued to turn and look back toward the house with such a confused look on his face, and an obvious erection tenting his trousers. It felt wickedly sinful and delightful being such a tease.

Turning her attention back to the table, Brenda looked at the small box, wondering what was in it, but more drawn to the envelope that was taped to the top. Her fingers were trembling as she ripped open the envelope and pulled the card out from within. Neatly typed on the card was a note, and as Brenda read, her gleeful attitude began to diminish.

Brenda,

You will be taken on a little clothing shopping spree this afternoon. Jermaine, my driver, will be by to pick you up. Please be ready and don't make him wait. He will take you to the stores I've chosen for you. You are free to choose from the items available in the store. Jermaine will pay for all the purchases.

Inside the box is a little something to be utilized this evening, when me and my guests come over. I trust you are still in possession of the two handcuffs we left you with during our last visit. I will leave it entirely up to you to decide how you want to use these three items this evening. Whatever you decide, all three items must be in use prior to our arrival at nine this evening!

Enjoy your shopping trip.

Mac

Brenda nervously ripped open the box and lifted out a black leather blindfold with adjustable Velcro straps. Running the leather through her hands, Brenda began to worry about what lay in store for the evening. With a bit of panic growing in her chest, along with a lump in her throat, Brenda struggled to remember where the handcuffs had ultimately ended up after they got them off. Her mind was reeling, trying to decipher and interpret how she was supposed to decide how to use the three items.

Looking for the cuffs, she checked the end tables in the living room to no avail. She rummaged through the drawers in the kitchen. She looked in all the closets and in the bedroom. She was becomingly increasingly frantic, unable to figure out where Mitch may have put them, because she was sure she hadn't seen them since that eventful evening. She began to worry that Mitch may have tossed them in the trash. In a final ditch effort, she went to the garage, prepared to dig through the trash, and that's when she spotted them sitting on a shelf above the trash cans. With an exasperated sigh, she returned to the foyer, grabbed the blindfold, the package and the envelope and headed upstairs.

Tossing the items on the bed, Brenda quickly realized she had wasted all that time looking for the cuffs, and she wasn't ready for Jermaine who was due to arrive in ten minutes.