”It was bleaker than I’d anticipated. Different symptoms told me that things weren’t exactly right, but I’d been telling myself I was getting ...tronger. I’d followed all the routines he’d given me. Eat right, stay trim, get as much light exercise as I could, lots of liquids, don’t get stressed. Well, that last one was a little harder to live by. I suppose getting clocked on Saturday night isn’t exactly avoiding stress. Remind me to apologize to Riley.I supposed my cup of espresso each morning. Prominent shoulder blades on broad shoulders swept towards him, one sprawling breast partially visible under her weight. The smooth skin of her back tapered to a waist at least two dress sizes larger than the kind of girl he was used to. The alabaster surface of her voluptuous bottom curved beyond the horizon, full and meaty. He winced. Definitely not his regular fare. As the curves led deeper into the bed, a flash of colour caught his attention. He crept closer, drawing level with a tattoo on. It will probably be after dinner, but it will happen," Varizzi commanded his new slaves."Yes, Master," Minnie complied, lifting her shift above her head and lying on her back with her legs high in the air in an obvious invitation. Neither Franco nor she made any attempt at privacy, since Gloria and Jaimie weren't likely to object (even if it did them any good, which it wouldn't)."Very nice, but I prefer to have you on all-fours. Jaimie, be a dear and suck my cock to get it wet for Minnie's. But he just comes and goes. For probably almost twenty years now. Not that he was with any other woman. Jennifer pretty much knows he hasn’t been, which is weird. But he can’t or won’t commit.With tears flowing some, finally admitting to this now, Jennifer guesses that she keeps searching for someone like The Big Guy with whom she could engage intellectually and sexually. Someone interested in her enough to be around and not disappear. Someone who did want to make a commitment.But,.