Considering it paid so well, I decided to sacrifice myjob and we moved to Atlanta. As Rita settled into her new job, I playedhouse husband till I coul... get a job here in the US.It turned out that Rita liked me in this role. She took to punishing mefor chores not done or for anything that displeased her. Spankings weresoon dished out. I took it all, my submissive nature not allowing me toprotest. And being jobless and dependent on Rita, I wasn't going to riskanything.One day she was so. I often wondered if she was that star. She certainly fit the role. She was the light of my life, a light I desperately needed, one of the last few reasons why I was still alive. Being able to wake up and see her each morning, even if for less than a minute, she supplied me with enough will power to endure the life I didn’t want. But I have her, I’ll always have her, and the day she disappears is the day I lose that final reason not to end it all. But she wasn’t here today. I didn’t expect her. After 30 minutes or so, we took a walk into the dunes. Walking through the undulating sand through the burrows and holes between the marram grass. We passed a couple, I guess in their 40s in one of the hollows. They were a good looking pair – she was on her back, her legs spread wide, with her man face down in her vagina, his hands hold her thighs just above her knees, devouring her pussy with his mouth. She had her eyes closed, in obvious pleasure and he had his back to us. We were unseen for. Jan was always exiting and unpredictable presenting me with something new to show how pleased she was to see me at weekends after a heavy week on the rigs. We’d talked about a committed relationship but for now this was fine. This week my Queen Boadicea and who knows who’ll she’ll be next time. Dressed and garnished in Roman gear she looked as seducible as ever and I could not wait to get my body functions erupting with hers. But patience is a virtue sure enough and with Jan an absolute reward.