When the agent spoke to Samantha, my sense of impending doom came crashing home completely; I all too clearly recognized that voice – my cousin Bonn...��udie, who was adopted from India as a babe by my fathers twin sister.Commonly called by the nickname “Bunnie,” she is regarded among the family gossipers as an all consuming man eater; insatiable beyond anything and lover of both men and women; the more the better. She has the looks to match her reputation as well - Five foot seven, glistening. "Right. Sorry. I'll be on my way, then..." I said. Something wasn't right. I could feel it. "Goodnight, Mr. Smith," Casey said flatly. I walked down the hallway towards the stairs when I heard another crash. I heard Casey cry out in pain. I ran back to make sure she was alright. I saw her slumped over on the ground. "Ms. Sinclaire? Ms. Sinclaire!" I cried, getting no answer. I lifted her up in a sitting position to see her eyes wide open but unmoving. My heart stopped. Was she dead? She. He would never touch me inappropriately or coerceme into sexual practices of any kind.I, on my side, felt more and more subjugated to him. His Arab eyescommanded absolute submission and loyalty. I longed to submit to him andserve him faithfully. Whenever I served as his wife, I felt gratifiedand accomplished. Our absolute Commander (Najib) has established it is awoman's job to make a formal act of submission to her man. Submission isthe highest and purest form of love a woman can show to a man.. It was a picture from an unknown number. The picture was Amanda naked except for a harness around her waist, from which protruded a large rubber dildo. The fake penis must have been eight inches long, and was thicker around than Jane’s husband’s penis, which Jane had always thought was a good size.Jane stared at her phone in shock, completely forgetting about the pasta she was cooking until the pot boiled over. Jane hurriedly put her phone away, and went back to preparing dinner for her husband.