You seem to forget that I've had you. I've fucked you!" Sure you pretend that you didn't like it, but you always ended up liking what was happening to...you. How the fuck could you live as the wife of a con for all those years if you didn't like it?" he finished."I just did what I had to, to survive. I had to get away from you and Eddie! I had to!" I screamed back at him."Well you know what? I don't fucking care either way! You're my whore; you work for me, and you do what I say!" Steve continued. I reached out for her, though, half expecting her hand to be there, but it wasn’t. It was just our couch. I’d heard of ‘virtual reality’, but never experienced it before this. I had no idea how damned real it could be.I recognized the building when Jonah parked his car. Then he looked over at my wife and said, “This’ll be fun, slut.” She grinned a little, looking nervous as hell. I know she liked it but taking her clothes off still scared her.I thought I was starting to understand what he was. - I have…- Does he often fuck you, Vivian?- Don’t even dare!!! – She snarled and made an attempt to hit him but he threw his arms round her and gave her a soul kiss.It lasted for a few minutes. When Max released her she began sobbing and stopped resisting. Her legs gave way and she would have fallen down if Max hadn’t leaned her against a tree.- I guess your husband fucks you rarely… - Max was saying that unbuttoning her blouse, - Why are keeping silence? Once a week? More seldom?She nodded her. Jeremy's last tourist conquest for the season was a very young Samantha Applegate from Bemidji, Minnesota. She and her parents had arrived to spend a week in the warmth before having to endure another frigid winter in the far north. Samantha had just turned thirteen and the trip to the beach was her present from her parents. Standing just abut five feet four inches tall, she had a cute face but the absence of any sign of breast development caused Jeremy to all but ignore her in Captain Jack's.