’Derby, oblivious, was crying at the door, wagging his tail wanting to see his dad.I walked to the door.Liam frantically tried to pull his clothes o....I didn’t bother getting dressed. The game was up. I didn’t know how but it was. There was nothing either of us could say to make this OK.I opened the door to my husband and tears fell uncontrollably down my face.He looked hurt, he looked angry. He was fucking angry.Pete flew at Liam who had only just managed to pull his joggers over his rapidly. He had changed her forever. No matter what happened in the future, she was now the mother of his child, a carrier of his genes into the next generation.Degraded ScholarThe Feminist scholar had written several bestselling books on how the Princess craze damages girls’ self-esteem and prevent them from being assertive, ambitious, modern feminists.Her scholarship turned to action however when she learned that the Corporation was holding a national contest for American’s Next Little Princess. The. She was so nervous! I told her I wanted to go shopping with her and help get her ready for him. We went out to a hair salon and she had her hair done. I took her to a nail salon where she got a manicure, and pedicure. We then went to Victoria's Secret and bought her some sexy panties, a bra, and naughty little Teddy. She loved the pampering she was getting. I couldn't wait for him to arrive that evening. When he finally did, we all talked a while. I put on some sexy slow music, and he asked her. I'll allow you the luxury of masturbating while I drill your wife's ass."I should have resisted, I should have shouted at him or even physically tackled him and thrown him out. But I didn't, all I did in defiance of his command was to stand still and hesitate. Not a very strong reaction, I know. He seized on that hesitation and began to menacingly threaten me as I cowered in the doorway and my wife lay obviously satisfied on the bed."Listen Simon, you stupid little Bitch. You don't seem to have.