And, I am tired of secrets. Since I came to the opera house, my life seems too full of secrets and lies."A single tear ran down her cheek unnoticed by...both of them and left a crystalline trail of salt in its wake as she relayed to her husband all that happened during their visit to the abode of the Angel of Music.Erik raced from his bedroom with the words of his wife echoing in his head and drowning out her cries of anguish as he attempted to flee from the confusion that threatened to overwhelm. She was a Slave and must do as she was told, deeming no task too menial and no pain too great as long as her Mistress demanded it of her.The Lady Fortescue, meanwhile, was looking down at the poor Francine and laughing inwardly as she saw the sweat pour down that hateful tall body. She saw the muscles straining on those extended arms and tired shoulders and exulted to think of the agonies the poor wretch must already be suffering, a hundred yards into a six mile journey. The sun might be unable. I had many friends here to help me when I wished to learn these enjoyments, and they have made my life very full indeed. Now, allow us to do the same for you!”With these words I drew Livvie over to the full-length mirror along one wall, to stand her in between her cousin and myself. I kept to myself that this mirror was only partially silvered, so that if James were to be standing in the secret passageway beyond, he would see us all. James was in Albany and had no need of such enticements; they. So back with Rich, we had been having sex a few times a week like I said, and whenever he would get close to cuming, if I had my eyes open he would tell me to close them and keep them closed until he was finished ejaculating. I thought it was curious. So one time as we kissed I asked him straight up if he would like me to wear one. He said he had never been with a girl who did but said yeah. So I wore a makeshift one made from some old nylon stockings, it worked. Perhaps I am sensing the extra.