I wanted her to understand. Maybe it would help explain a few things. I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel and walked into the den, retrieving a photo ...lbum from the shelf and returning to the kitchen. It had been a long time since I'd visited with Rebecca. At my own insistence I stopped poring over the pictures. Looking through the albums nightly was bordering on the morose. Even a few times a week seemed obsessive. So I stopped myself. In fact, I hadn't looked at them since I'd met Dominique.. If she was feeling particularly playful she would wear stiletto heels, and leave them on while we played. Linda was always in a hurry to strip me bare, and since I insisted she leave that wonderful intimate apparel on (with her whole hearted approval) all I had to do is slide the shoulders of her dress aside and let it drop to the floor to be treated to a living wet dream. I would gather Linda in my arms and lay her in the bed. We would never rush these clandestine meetings. Our kisses were. Do you understand? If you do just nod your head.’ Slowly she nodded her head up and down locking her eyes onto his. ‘Good, Kitten, good. You are my slut now. You were self at the restaurant to go and pleasure yourself without permission from me. I allowed you to visit the ladies room but did not give permission for any pleasure. That was selfish of you. Was it not?’ She began to see the game being played and enjoyed the control she was under so she slowly nodded her head yes again. ‘Very good. "Jessie looked at him, wide-eyed. He looked back at her. "Am I right?" Jessie didn't say anything, but Ryan saw it in her eyes. "That's what I thought. Sophie? Take Jessie upstairs." You're kidding," Jessie hissed."No, I'm not kidding," Ryan said with a smile. "I knew this was coming. I've known it for some time. Jessie, I have no problem with it. I love you, I know you love me--but I know about the bond that you have with Sophie. Go for it. It's fine with me." He turned to Warren. "Any sports.