“Helen sweetheart, if I can get the week off, how about us going away somewhere next week?”Her face lit up in a brilliant smile. “Hmm, I’ll ha...e you all to myself for a whole week!” she said seductively. “There’s a lot of time lost to make up.”“Think where you’d like to go,” I said. “We’ll see where we can book when you get back on Friday.”She made a happy noise and snuggled against me, her hand drifting down to my resting penis, which woke it up to become a stiff and eager cock.“Once more with. When there was something that he didn't like, he told her about it and she instantly changed it. He knew that if he told her to quit work, she wouldn't hesitate. She begged him for her collar. Something he hadn't wanted to do, but after listening to her, understood her desire for one. He agreed and it was now on her neck constantly. He didn't have many rules, but expected those that he did have obeyed without question. He knew that he was her world without her having to say anything. It showed. He dipped the washcloth into the big porcelain bowl of warm water to give her a sponge bath. He turned down the covers, washed her arms, her breasts and her belly. He washed both her legs which were scuffed and bruised, being careful with her injuries. He gently washed her small white feet and dried them. He held one in his hands and studied it, then planted a kiss on it. Then he went to his dresser and found some dusting powder and lightly went over her with the feather puff.He then stood back. .. that ... well ... when I heard she was pregnant ... I thought..." You thought some older woman had trapped Bret ... and he was merely doing the right thing?"Becky couldn't take her eyes off the next photo. It showed the two of them dancing. Abigail was indeed beautiful and it was obvious they were deeply in love."Something like that." She said quietly. She had seen that look on Bret's face when he looked at her long ago. A tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered the last time she saw.