Gently he started to move his body. “Give yourself to me fully and I will show you the heights of pleasure. I will give you everything you want and ...ore. Jewells, furs and riches beyond imagining. All I ask is that you are mine completely.”She blanched at this, is that what he thought of her, that she was a common harlot. “Minions purpose what do you...” but he shushed her before she could finish the question and anyway, having him coupling with her was a more pressing concern.At first it was. Overcome with helplessness and rage, Martha Jane would wake up sweating.She said she once had a dream about me. I was standing in a dark room smiling at her. She said my eyes were very large and very dark, almost gigantic, and they glowed in the dark room. As she stepped toward me she became very small and felt faint, and suddenly I was very large and very much older and went to her with a glass of wine, gently cradling her head in one arm while holding the wine for her to sip. The wine was. I never went out after our Friday night movie. I had no interest in going out with the boys or even a girlfriend when I could spend the evening with my mother. I had on a pair of boxer shorts and no shirt. I often ran around in my underwear; after all they were almost like swim trunks anyway. Mom was wearing a robe and her hair was wet. I couldn't tell if she had anything on underneath the robe. My imagination ran wild with the possibility that she was naked. "I had to wash my hair after being. " And just as fast my wife was allowed back onto her tip toes, only with each sway of her body as she tried to regain her balance, the hook grips her from the inside putting her in more punishing discomfort.It was then I felt a collar roughly fastened around my neck. A long leash jerked me onto all fours and toward my tormented wife. The other man from the club proceeded to fasten my leash to the bar suspending my wife so that any move I made would throw her into agony. I looked up at her.