I dropped the stone and just kept walking to Hannah’s home, a much humbler one than mine. Uncle Amram and Aunt Deborah both greeted me with consider...ble anxiety, to say the least, while Hannah looked downcast for her part.“Uncle, I wish you to level with me and do it quickly. Why have you kept delaying the wedding, postponing it, when it would be best for all of us for Hannah to be safely planted in my house, in my bed? Is it the dowry, because I can forgive the lack of dowry. I can let that. Now I was completely mystified and asked him,"What are you thinking of, Mister Jolly? Is it anything to do with me?"He poured a generous amount of sugar into his coffee and told me,"Your sister wants you to bleach your hair and pack a case filled with her clothes. Then, I am to drive you up to Sir William's estate and you are to be her for the remainder of the weekend for the shooting party and also for the foxhunt that will mean you have to take the riding gear in the closet as well. Poor. As a further extension of Her turning me into a remorselessly insatiable cockwhore, Mistress sees to it that I virtually always have a dick both in my mouth and up my ass. I have a huge eight inch dildo which I am required to stick up my ass, strap in as a butt plug and wear all day every day, at work and play, and I am required to spend at least an hour a day fucking it wildly while sucking deeply and madly on another dildo of equal size, to ensure that I am always in practice as a fuck and. I knew that once I did that the website would go live and my wife would be a proper porn star, being wanked over by thousands of guys weekly. I pushed it and our new life was to start. But there was another shock. My wife then went on the computer and went to a site advertising women offering services for fees. There was my wife’s profile. She was offering a 30 minute meeting for £60 and an hour for £100. She was willing to negotiate fees for longer meetings. All meetings would be at her home.