She initially had a hard time adjusting to me dating but eventually she not only adapted but supported me fully, even questioning my lack of commitmen... at times. She was gone for the week, visiting my parents in Colorado and I had a ton of free time on my hands. I had quit my job a year ago to start freelance writing and was able to more than support myself and her doing something I absolutely loved. Life was good. Except. Fuck. He was due over any minute and I knew I looked cute but I was. She looked up from herwheel chair. I knelt down to look at her. "Hi Fiona, I'm Catherine. It'sa pleasure to meet you."Her eyes were wide. "You were cool..." She smiled. "Wickedly cool... Iwant to do what you do..." "You can do whatever you want Fiona," I told her. "You can do what everyou want..."Photos were taken. I called the others over. More photos were taken.Fiona's mother looked at me. I was trying hard not to cry.I felt a slight tug on my dress."Thank you Catherine..." No Fiona. Thank. “We bought him at market,” Ceaith said, casually, slapping my back. “A slave-husband’s the best kind.”Xora nodded. “Yes he has a huge cock!” She shouted, her terror at being found out as a liar making her voice squeak at the last bit.Ceaith snorted. “Honey. Honey. Shh. No. Shh.” She patted Xora’s shoulder, even if she had to reach up to do it. Xora blushed, darkly, while I smiled at the guard, as if to say women! Huh? Always with the enslaving, am I right?The guard smirked, eying me. “Got a. She was waiting on the front porch step when he arrived and sauntered sexily out to his Jeep with a slight smirk on her face. It was a two-hour drive to his parent’s place, so they talked about work and listened to Tim McGraw on the CD player. When ‘Let’s Make Love’ began playing, things got quiet and they drove in silence for most of the remainder of the trip. Luckily, his parents were out of town for the weekend, so they had the place to themselves. They arrived just after noon and quickly.