"Louise," he asked cautiously, "what's wrong, honey?" Louise tried to answer, but found she had no voice. She would have to let him read the l...tter for his answer. Pushing the letter at him, she covered her face with her free hand and her sobs continued. Brian was not happy. Whoever hurt her was going to pay. He snatched up the letter and started to read. By the fourth line of the letter, his knees went weak and he found himself falling into his chair. "How," he asked. Elaine had already singled them out, and they were accompanied during their visit by the equally dominant Lana and Penny. Elaine had selected Clyde as she had need of his expertise with his photographic profession, and she was not sure of the level of excitement he would reveal, where the strong and assertive control of a woman was concerned. She found she already had a strange affection for him; despite his history of womanising, she recognised he was not chauvinistic, he was obviously seeking. “Now my lad this was one of Jacks favourites, he would do this first, then do it to me and if I did dribble, he would spank me hard. You up for it?” You try to stop me I thought, but all I did was nod. It, that urine stream, was not long coming, it tasted bitter, I spluttered and spat and she laughed, said it was “An acquired taste, but it was something she had got used to, my Jack had said it was a sign of my subservience!” we changed places and after a struggle on my part to overcome my. “Yeah, a little,” I replied, giving him a smile.He rolled his eyes and shook his head.“Yeah,” he said. “Just a little.” After a few minutes, he finally hefted his heavy bodyoff the bench. “Ok, stinker,” he said to the little dog. “Let’s keepmoving.” Then he looked down at me.“Thank you so much, dear,” he said with a big grin.I smiled in reply and watched them slowly trot away.No sooner had I gone back to my book, than.