I felt him lift my upper body and slide a pillow under me so that my head and tits were laying on a soft surface. Then he slid a ball gag into my mout..., and I realized that I was enjoying this game more than I thought I would. I decided that I would embrace being his slave for the weekend. I would be obedient and submissive and enjoy some fabulously kinky sex.I felt him tie each of my legs to the legs of the desk chair, which exposed my pussy along with my ass. I could feel my juices start to. We walked quietly for a while and then Isidora spoke."After you left, I thought I would die. I did not eat. I could not sleep. I was insane with grief. I had lost the two men in my life that I loved the most." Isidora I had no choice..." She cut me off."Shhhh. I've thought about it for a long time. I can't be happy about the things that have happened, but I can't hate you. I love you, and I accept the way things are. I will never hold the past against you." She turned and looked up at me and I. Whether it be in a hand to hand fight or whether you’re answering a challenge from the past. Never let hate and anger lead you into a fight. If you do not have control of your thoughts and your emotions, you’ll not be in control of your actions. You can justify your actions and ask yourself why, after you walk away. When I was in training for the cavalry, we had a sergeant that would tell us. ‘Fight in a way that will let you live to fight again, no mercy asked, none given’.”Sky was riding. My father began work quite early in the morning, so on the day of our departure Lizzie and I were up and about in time to say our farewells to him. He is a strong man, in both mind and body, but he has never been afraid to show his feelings towards his family, which now included his widowed daughter-in-law. No tears were shed, at least by him, but he left us in no doubt about his depth of feelings.After giving us a hearty breakfast, my mother accompanied us to the railway station; fortunately.