It's just fun and games. We're free from beastly men and nobody is any the wiser."Linda was beginning to feel part of the sexual revolution; like all ...iberated women, she decided, she had the right to experiment sexually, the right of the emancipated teenager, the right for which so many women authors had fought. With false confidence, helped by the hashish, she felt she had overcome her guilt feelings about fingering herself. She had lost her virginity, she was free to do as she pleased. After. He wanted to be in control and not be serving someone else's whim. That's why everyone seemed deferential to him and always concerned about pleasing him. He was thinking sexual thoughts towards Louisa the morning at the restaurant, and once his libido kicked into high gear, so did the women. He was still pretty horny when he'd visited the theater. The night he had rented the meeting room in the hotel, he had been focused on both the desire for information and the sexual pleasures these women. They’d sampled the pleasures of many a submissive male in the course of recruiting casts for their seedy productions, but those males had attended to indulge their dominance freely, to be favoured in their films; the male now being led on a leash by his hooded wife, to openly disgrace himself in the act of servicing a sissy while she watched, was no actor.This male had licked them both to orgasm in the stark reality of his own enforced submission to their feminine superiority; the satisfaction. Her death hadn't seemed to be cruel to her at least.He stood on the chair she hung beside, and slowly let her down. As he now looked down at her lying on the floor she reminded him of nothing so much as a marionette with its strings cut.He picked her up, finding her corpse lighter than expected, and carried her to their bed. The smell of urin and death hung in the air, but he could also smell her perfume and....something else.As he arranged the corpse on the bed he was overcome again with a.