What’s for dinner?’ Isabelle’s sisters kept on asking questions during dinner about what Jean-Marie had bought for her and where he had taken he... and she played it all down, not revealing the size of the apartment he had arranged in his house because then they’d just dig deeper into their relationship. For now she just wanted her family to think of Jean-Marie and her as a demanding boss and his personal assistant. When she walked into her own room to finally get some rest, which she had left. “Yes master, thank you master” she replied. We went into the lounge, there was a long dining table, some chairs and a sofa.“The table will do nicely until the dungeon is constructed” I said, “Lie down on your back bitch” I ordered her.I put a cushion under the small of her back to push her bald cunt in the air then tied her wrists and ankles to the four table legs so that she was stretched solidly with her legs wide open. I selected an enormous dildo (20 inches long and 10 inches in. The six torpedoes homed in on the American carrier and slammed into the portside of the ship, six columns of water shot a hundred feet into the air as explosions detonated from the side and her hull was ripped open all the way to the flight deck and she immediately started listing to port. The first American carrier to die in battle since World War Two rolled over ten minutes after the first torpedo hit and began to sink beneath the waves.The sub glided silently to the bottom as the American. "He looked at me. His eyes showed sadness. 'I have failed you.' was what he was thinking."No baby, you have not. The other way around, I let our culture deny you. I failed to respect and cultivate you as an individual, I allowed you to please my needs to no end, but left you to be a robot when it came to yourself in bed. I never conceded to your needs. There were nights I knew you wanted to make love, and I never considered it, allowing you to suffer every time."Jessica looked at me. "That's.