" But," she frowned at the clothes. "They look like they belong to Mrs. Groves." They did Debbie, she put them into a charity bag a few weeks ago but ... snuck them out and hid them."She looked at Mr. Groves. "You want me to be your wife?" she asked in a low voice."Yes Debbie." He gasped "nag me like she does and no matter what don't stop."He left her alone in the room and Debbie, slowly undressed. Her heart thumping heavily in her chest she picked up the huge knickers and pulled them on. They. She can?t really think of it as her home anymore? notafter everything that has happened there. Old Fred the night doorman rouseshimself to open the door for them. ?Late night, huh, folks???Slate favors him with a vague smile as their footsteps echo across the emptylobby and into the waiting private elevator, which only runs up to thepenthouse level. If the old geezer sees anything unusual in the enslaved youngwoman?s condition, the fact that his checks are drawn on Slate?s buildingmanagement. I thought he was joking, but when we found ourselves in a lonely spot, he’d put my hand on it; I’d literally gasped at the size! This inflamed him and he’d pulled me into an ally and the rest as they say is history.We’d returned to the hotel for dinner and then it was a case of an early night for the pair of us!What excited me about Brad was his openness over what he wanted from me; simply raw sex! I found that so refreshing after the suffocating nature of being a dutiful wife for nearly. " If that's true, then you have my permission, and her mama's, to try to get her back on the right path." Normally, I would do just that, and I wouldn't need your permission for it either. Thing is, after having this conversation with you, I couldn't do that." Why not? I already said it was fine by us." If I did, that would be adultery, and you don't have to be religious to know that goes against what's taught in the Bible." I take your meaning, Kenny, and if I gave any offense to you or your.