And what she wants from me is complete obedience. When I give it, immediately, and without thinking, she is kind, generous, and loving. When I rebel, ...r am slow to obey, her eyes narrow, her demeanor becomes menacing, and she punishes me. And the worst punishment is to know I have disappointed her, that she is sad because I made her sad. I hate that above anything.And as time goes on, I find that more than anything, I want to please her, to see her smile, to make her cum when she wishes, to be. “To my place. My son hasn’t gotten out of school yet.”“Oh…” I replied.“Chad, you know the thing I said I was going to tell you today?”“Yeah,” I said.A few seconds later, the three words escaped from her lips that brings me to mourn:“I'm getting married.”“Congrats,” I said with manners. “When’s the wedding?”“Next year.”I had a myriad of emotions running through my head. Confusion, anger, lust, jealousy. I mentally prepared to delete her number. However, I knew this much: Fuck love and everything. They are the most beautiful feet Ma’am. You know very well Ma’am that you are very very beautiful. Your face, your hands, your feet, every part of you oozes beauty. The shoes that touch you feet are so lucky that they have been touched by your beautiful feet.’ And I bent down on the floor and kissed her designer sandals that she used casually around the house. ‘And the ground where these lucky shoes touch is holy for me’ and I gently lifted her shoes and kissed the ground under them.She started. "I remember." Well this isn't a fantasy, this is real life, but we've got ourselves a house out of it. Our own house John bought and paid for, look in my handbag, and you'll find a receipt from our bank. I've lodged the deeds with them, this is our chance darling, you won't be able to work on the rigs again, but it doesn't matter there's a great big garden with the house, we could do a lot with it, but we're nearly there, you'll see for yourself."We drove through two huge, wrought iron gates.