She found this pretty frustrating and I teased her about how she used to use her assets to promote herself in her early days at the company and sugges...ed she reverted to that style. At first she resisted and said that she was too old to act like that anymore and anyway she was a respectable married woman now! I persisted and suggested that if she wanted to get promoted she needed to change something. At first she resisted my efforts to get her to dress a little more adventurously, but slowly. No more wanting him late at night, and needing his love to be thrust gently inside me. No more thinking of our bodies intertwined beneath the sheets of my bed. No more thoughts of kisses and soft caresses pressed against my aching flesh. No more wishing for his hands to roam eagerly over every inch of me. No more fantasizing of pianos and a home filled with love, safety, warmth, and family. All of these are merely dreams that can never be and if I hold onto them then I will never know peace. We. Like a DILDO! Her mind raced in panic - if they were kidnappers why were they treating her like this? Surely they would get more from her father if she was unharmed or ... if she wasn't a hostage, why was she being held prisoner like a dog, no like a, like a SLAVE! OH GOD - WHITE SLAVERS!Caitlin sobbed and tried to curl into a tiny ball. It hurt so much and she desperately needed to pee - she was caged like an animal and she wanted it all to go away. She closed her eyes, praying the nightmare. I was surprised how easily she gave in. I rolled my sleeping bag out, got inside and lay against the pillow, next to the bed. Chloe was getting changed in the bathroom and brushing her teeth. She walked in, wearing a white t-shirt with a big bear on the front dressed in a nightgown, with the slogan ‘Time for bed’. She had to step over me and I didn’t waste the opportunity of peeking up between her legs, catching another glimpse of her pink underwear. She turned off the bedside light, and the.