He asked us the same fucking questions but paled and shrank a bit when I told him that I wanted whoever had done it,"You'll fucking find them mate" I ...houted, "Or the golden goose will be on fucking strike, this is getting fucking personal"It was Dean who calmed things down when we arrived at the office, of all our employees, he was the last one I would have expected to hear good old fashioned common sense from!"Have you ever thought boss, that it might be an outside mob trying to muscle in?". These are the basics of your training.” He turned around to face her again. “Do you understand, slave girl?”“I think… NOT!” She responded and launched herself at him. He was ready for her. He leapt to the side so she went flying past him and he jerked on her lead, making her fall on the floor, and choking her. He quickly grabbed his black bag and pulled out some rope. He tied her hands behind her back and forced her on her stomach, her ass in the air. He looked at the perfect heart shape and. Wendy accepted Marcus' invitation to have a private session at his house. She was a bit nervous, but for the most part eager and excited to place herself in the hands of this intriguing man.A grandfather clock struck ten, when Marcus and Wendy entered the foyer of his home. Marcus placed a black-lace blindfold was placed around her eyes, and slowly led her down the marble steps leading to his private dungeon. Wendy held the crook of his arm, while walking carefully, so as not to trip. "We are. The honeymoon was romantic and moving into our condo overlooking the river was just another part of my dream.I settled into my married life. But, unlike in my dreams, James did not.Not only was he carrying on with my friend Angie but I learned that he had been cheating with Marie, and he had gotten some stripper pregnant. I was livid.James ruined my dream of perfection and didn’t seem to care. I kicked him out, filed for divorce, and moved on. I wasn't going to let his lowlife ways ruin my.