At such times, she is able to ignore me completely as though I don't exist. As she watches TV or talks with her boyfriends on the phone, I try to rem...in still, to be a good footrest, not to distract her with my own pursuit of pleasure at her expense. For I know, my only real satisfaction comes from her contentment and my only reason for existence is her happiness.But I do have my little pleasures. I have my own supply of cosmetics and dress-up costumes. When Mommy brings her boyfriends back to. It was a good meal.After the meal and some time talking, Jam and I retired to our sitting room. We were joined by Mo and Berthold who were holding hands as they walked into the room with us. They were followed, to my slight surprise, by Angela and Roger.Angela had Roger sit in an easy chair as I had Jam. We took possession of our husbands’ laps. Our husbands put their arms around our waists. I enjoyed sitting with Jam this way. I had gotten used to sitting in his lap when on our honeymoon. The throbbing in my head was beginning to subside but things were still a blur. Two pairs of hands grabbed my hoody while another pair of hands had my panties. Both were ripped from my body. I was pulled onto the mattress. I lay there trying to focus. The boy I had passed earlier, it might have been him. Three more boys were visible, one on either arm with the third sitting on my legs. I was regaining my senses. I let out a cry but it was a feeble attempt. “BITCH!” and another punch to. I can't pursue this if I can say that a decision is not mine to make, but someone else's."She was quiet then and looked up through her eyelashes to me with some trepidation. The implications were a big pill for me to swallow.Finally, after a couple of minutes, I looked up at her and said, "I understand what you're saying, and I support you with all my heart. But you and I both know what it means for us."Jenny nodded through her tears. She knew I would not have a relationship not founded in D/s..