"I guess it is OK if you know the person and they were going to have sex with you anyway." She sighed and crossed her arms. "I can see it does have a ...se. I mean, it did make me very horny. And I have never come as hard as I did. With that thing."I smirked and went to pick up the device, but she snatched it from under my grasp. "Oi." You can have it back when you can be trusted," she said in a patronising voice. "And I know just the date for you." Her eyes sparkled as she put my toy into her. Claimed me. And the weirdest thing? Far from being in a sexual rut at home, I was stable. Happy. Bringing in money. Being the perfect housewife. Sharing the cooking and chores and trials of bringing up a five-year-old, while remaining attentive and, dare I say, inventive in bed.Chris liked being dominated. Loved it when I took control and forced him to do things to me. Things I adored too, of course. Like sitting on his face and grinding across his tongue and lips, feeling them probe my slick. She placed the toast at the eat-on counter.A couple of minutes later they were eating, Sasha still smiling at Dad's grumping about everything being ruined now.FEET UP ON THE coffee table, the morning news playing on the television, and the newspaper on the floor beside me, I smiled and sipped coffee.Noise from upstairs filtered down to me. Sasha was collecting dirty clothes for washing and tossing her bed sheets out onto the landing. I felt good. My daughter's hugs and soft kisses had lingered.. 'She doesn't havethe slightest clue that I'm in here,' he sullenly thought. Heconcluded, 'There's nothing I can do to stop her.' A sense of profound helplessness then enveloped Michael like a darkstorm cloud. The next night...Lyuba comfortably sat in the green leather chair and stared at thecomputer monitor. As soon as she'd arrived at her cozy Victorian inStowe an hour earlier, she went to the study and got on the Internet. Lyuba looked away from the screen and found her pen. She scribbled.