She looked like she had been crying non-stop and was really used up.I asked her what had happened and she just burst into tears. She babbled something...to the effect that she had forgotten and had written the checks on the old account. I called her a liar and insisted she tell me the “whole truth”. She finally told me she could not explain, and that I could either help her or she was “ruined” as her new husband would never understand and would toss her out.We went on like this for about 15. The young stud of the evening would pull up in front of the house, the car partly concealed by the shrubbery of the front yard, Going up to her bedroom, I could peer out the window and usually got a nice view of what was happening in the front seat. She probably did not think I would invade her private sanctum just to peer at her lascivious nocturnal activities. I could see the final kissing and fondling that inevitable lead to Jessica leaning down across to her date as he opened his. So nap time was a good time. By now Mistress was standing in front of Master, waiting for him to say something, anything. She had to get back into his good graces. The excessive pain was not pleasurable. She spoke first. “John, I know I did wrong today. I took my punishment for it. I….” Master cut her off like a light switch. “What did you call me, GIRL?” I caught his meaning. The venom is his voice was like acid dripping on my skin, and I wasn’t even the target for it! “Master! Master!. I relished the comfort I found in laying against his rough surface. Enjoying the warmth of his hearth, he kept the blustery winds from freezing my fragile soul. One day, while still barricaded in the shelter of the tower, the summer breeze gently slipped in, taunting me. I wanted to go out and bask in its warmth. Eat of the fruit, soar in the blue-green skies, drink from the refreshing wells of passion, and partake of the great banquet. My heart pounded at the thoughts of wandering through the.