"If it hurts too bad," he said, "You tell me and I'll stop, OK?" I nodded and closed my eyes, preparing for what was coming. The first thing I felt ...as the warmth of his cock against my asshole and butt; and the pressure of him leaning into me. I felt my ass begin to part as Mr. Steel gently but firmly continued to push. Then there was a slight pop and a sudden flash of pain. I gasped and Mr. Steel stopped pushing. The pain was intense but subsided as quickly as it had started. "It's OK,". As we drove along roads that a few years before nursed a Tour de France winner in his formative years, I again glanced at Emma sitting beside me.“You know,” I said, “other than when you have been in your school clothes I don’t think I’ve seen you wear a dress or skirt before today.”“Haven’t I?” Emma looked puzzled. She recounted each time we caught up since we met. “You’re right.”“I know, not the sort of thing you’d expect me to notice. Or care about.”“Do you like me in a skirt?”“Yes. I mean,. First, to protect the innocent. Second, to pull the SOL version more closely in line with the fully rewritten release version on Kindle. Thank you, Denny Wheeler, for volunteering to do one more proofreading edit. Any remaining errors are because of my stubborness.This is a work of fiction. If you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are what I. I hear a noise and he enters the room. My jailer. My tormentor. Myhusband.He rummages in his sock drawer, and then he sidles over. I deliberatelyavoid looking at him in the mirror. He pushes hair away from my neckand kisses me there. I lean my head away to give him more to kiss.What can I do? He owns my neck. He owns me."You'd better not leave a mark," I say. It is about as close to acommand as I can give."Can I brush your hair?" He likes to do it. I seldom say no. I handhim the.