There was no tentative moves, he was in me in three strokes. He had to be at least nine inches long and I cried out as he rammed it home, his balls sl...pping on my body. He began steady strokes and I thrust into him, stroke for stroke, driving into him, wanting more as he picked up speed. His thrusts became for forceful and at times painful. He had unbelievable stamina and I came twice more before he pushed deep into me and slammed it in several times. I felt him pulse within me and before long,. I felt his hold over me decrease as I continued my chores, but I did them anyway, more out of habit rather than of his weakening artificial control over me.On the third day, I felt an even worse jumble of thoughts in my head. Frank was once again lashing out. It seemed like it was forever this time, but it finally faded. When I was able to move, I looked at Frank's body. He had breathed his last breath.With Frank's death came freedom. Nearly all of Frank's hold on me seemed to die with his. “I think Marcus is right. He is the one.” Lynn said.Marcus took the man’s hand and led him over to us.“Guys, this is Geoffrey Symms. That’s Geoffrey with a G-E-O-F-F not a J-E-F-F. Geoffrey this is Erin, the owner of the bar and Lynn her wife and Blossom her wife and Paul their husband.”Geoffrey was smiling as Marcus began introducing Erin and then the smile slowly disappeared, being replaced with an amazing expression of total confusion, as all of the family was introduced to him. We all. “Not by a long shot! I was going to ask Brock if I could take you overnight?” he turned to Brock and asked his permission. He knew it wasn’t up to Melanie.“You have only done about five sessions with us,” Brock sat on the couch like a Young King on his throne, considering a question from one of his courtiers. He looked at Jonathon for his thoughts.“What do you want to do with her?” Jonathon asked. He was protective of all three women just like Brock and neither owned one more than the other..