PS If you are able to see the CCTV monitor at nine tonight, I will look up to where I imagine the camera to be, wave, blow you a kiss and give you my ...weetest smile!LMr Griffiths wiped away the tears which were flowing down his face. He handed the letter to the Governor."You might like to read it now. It is your job and I don't want you getting into trouble, especially after drinking your excellent malt last night!"The governor took the letter and read it. There were tears in his eyes as he. I wondered what it was for. In the downstairs bedroom was a cell with a thin mattress and cloth, two buckets. Chains hung from the ceiling, off the walls and on the floor. I turned to him and opened my mouth to speak when he slapped me with all of his force.I stumbled and fell to the stone floor gasping and crying in pain.He was on top of me before I knew anything else. ‘Welcome to your new life whore. I don’t need a wife to show off around town, eat my food and sleep in my bed. What I did need. . yes, much like a whore. I felt so dirty yet I was really enjoying it. I even felt my milk-filled breasts begin to leak as the soft cries from my baby filled the room from down the hall. I came twice and each time, Daddy berated me for being a slut, a whore, a wanton bitch."Take off your weeding rings" Daddy ordered. I didn't want too, but I knew that I had no choice. It was difficult to do as He was rocking in and out of me. I tried to plead yet the ring in my mouth prevented anything audible. Quite soon ourmeal was ready and I showed Duncan to the dining table whilst I broughtthings through from the kitchen. I thought it would be taking role playingtoo far if I asked Duncan to carve; - ("Poor little woman; clearly unableto carry out manly tasks such as carving"!) So I served whilst Duncanpoured the wine.Our meal was very pleasant and, once again, Duncan was complimentary aboutmy domestic skills. He behaved as a perfect gentleman throughout the mealand at no time did our conversation.