.a lesson. To feel completely used as my fucktoy. Strength holds you at junctions. You're free to go, but you stay, needing me to push you further in...o yourself. You listen to the words I say out loud. The names I call you swirling in your mind. I watch your hesitation, admiration for my courage, my stamina, you see my intention. Tears spill. Slammed against the bed, holding yourself strong. Something so deeply primal, organic, and passionate within me, eliciting vulgarity. Your adorable. “Don’t pass up opportunities, Jacob. When possible, loop us in. You know, your girlfriends like to play.”“Does that go for you, too? You won’t be passing up opportunities?” I asked. My heartrate accelerated like I was ready to defend my territory. Rachel was mine. No one else’s.“Jacob? Honey, don’t make up things that have no basis. You know how much all the girls like to play with each other. Other guys? Not right now. When I’m all the way across the country in National Service? Who knows?. .." "What is it?" Joe asked."A Brassiere, same brand." the man replied, slyly.'But, I don't have any breasts...' Joe thought."Did you forget, Joe, I can read your thoughts as well." The man retorted."Don't do that, it freaks me out," Joe whined."I shall do what I like in my own shop!" The man snapped. "I am sorry, I just hate whiners." The man replied, apologetically."That's okay, but could you be a little less blatant about it?" Joe asked."Oh, very well." The man answered flatly."What about. The sexy lingerie she had bought, he had scoffed at. The attempts she made to have sex in different places than there bedroom, he had simply ignored. Even when she had sat almost nude on his lap in the living room, he had simply looked around her at the television.Then, this morning, before his Saturday golf game, she had even gone so far as to handcuff herself to the headboard of the bed and begged Howard to ravish her.Her husband's only response was to tell her she needed to set a doctor's.