”“Oh, thank you so much Emma, thanks for understanding.”“But you know what this means, Gary, don’t you?”“That you are going to sleep wit... other men?”“Yes, Gary, I am.”Gary was pained by the thought of his wife, the love of his life, having sex with other men. But the more he looked her, and the more he thought about it, the harder his cock got, it was something he just couldn’t control.“Well okay, Emma. I love you, and I’ve decided that I’m going to let you live the life the way you want to. . still ... alone in an apartment with a gorgeous looking girl like Victoria Connors, he was not unaffected by the prospect. Any red blooded male would feel the same."I mean, you have so much going for you," she continued. "I think so, anyway." Oh yeah? Like what?" he said, and immediately regretted his rather grumpy tone, uncomfortably aware that he was over compensating for the burst of excitement he felt at hearing Vicky say what she'd just said.Vicky ignored the question. She stretched her. Both of her grandparents had been dead for quite some time, and it seemed like forever since she had enjoyed the hospitality of this home. But even here things were different. The giant lumbering oak tree that stood in the front yard was still nothing but a hopeful branch here, stretching no taller than her chin as its tiny twigs waved at the sun. There were no arching trellises yet to hold the prize roses that her grandmother would grow, and no cheerful carriage lamps to light the walkway.. Each had a littlebarred window in it. Just in front of the doors sat severaldevices. Some of them I recognized from Master's. He either hadthem or photos of them. Others I did not recognize. However, therewas no doubt about their use. They were instruments of torture Inthe overhead beams were many large steel rings and handing fromsome were lengths of chain. Susan stopped next to a standing stocks. My remaining clothingwas removed and She placed me in the stocks. After She finishedsecuring.