The night was cool. The trim woman wore an open sweater, tee-shirt and jeans. With one hand pressing down on the quirky bonnet and the other gripping ... suitcase, without a backward glance, she stepped aboard the train. Everything was going as planned. *** The porter helped Penelope stow her luggage and then tipped his cap when she paid him. ‘Thank you, Ma’am.’ ‘Is it okay for me to walk through the cars?’ ‘Yes, Ma’am. Feel free to stretch your legs. It’s a long run to Michigan.’ ‘Thank you.’. Now, every relationship needs to have a balance to succeed and we hitthat level immediately. She was the boss in the relationship and I hadno problems with that. And our sex life, well, it rocked. She likedto dominate and I liked to be submissive. Yup, life was fun. While Iworked in an online magazine as a software manager, Shania was doingrather well for herself in a top advertising firm.It was during one of our role-playing, BDSM sex sessions that Shaniaintroduced me to the world of women. I. Next I turned her around and shoved my cock right into her pussy and said "I'm your fucking husband now you slutty bitch, now you're married to your brother you fucking cunt". Emily was still wearing her wedding dress as I said those words to her and pulled her hair, spit on her and smacked her in the face. The more she cried, the harder I fucked and smacked her and pulled her hair. Getting fucked by me like this at least three times a day is currently how my sister Emily is living her life.. I ran around the corner, only to stop in utter shock.Cowering on the floor was a young boy, who couldn't have been more than seven years old. He was filthy, wearing clothes that were two sizes too small, and emaciated. His arms were up over his head, as though to protect himself from blows; the bruises, one on his face and several on his arms, showed just how necessary that protection was.And standing over him, screaming in Orlesian, was Isolde. She held a wooden spoon, obviously taken from the.