What could he do about it though? He was who he was, and what was it she wanted from him?"I want somebody to love me, to hold me, to mix me a drink fr...m time to time. To talk to me when we sit down to dinner!" Helen blurted out, her lower lip quivering as she regarded her seemingly impassive husband who had begun to rub his feet. Faced with Adam's silence, Helen went on. "I want someone who cares what I've been doing all day!"Adam looked up at his wife. She'd done something different with her. She looked innocent yet sexual, all at the same time. “Thank you so much, it’s really pretty. Was it expensive? It feels expensive.” “Don’t worry about it.” “You know, you didn’t have to get me this,” she said almost shamefully, lowering her head and looking at her feet. I closed the space between us and took her chin in my hand, making her look at me. It broke my heart to see her big brown eyes tinged with tears. “Don’t cry. I wanted to get you this, I wanted to see you in it.” “And?” “And now. ” We see Brittany take off her blouse and bra and skirt and lay them on the bed. Erin gasps.From behind Erin, we hear Vanessa ask loudly “Erin, what are you doing?”“Wait. This is getting good.”“You shouldn’t be looking at other apartments. Come over here and finish our project.”“Don’t lecture me about watching other apartments, Vanessa.” During that exchange, we see Brittany take off her underwear, leave it on the floor, put on a one-piece swimsuit, and walk out of the room.The camera view. ‘I’ve got to come up with a plan—a better plan that last night.’ ‘But first, maybe just one quick orgasm... ‘Joe thought he’d be over the moon. The object of his own fantasies had been moulded into his perfect little slave. Well, perhaps not completely. There was plenty more he could do to her mind to tweak her to his liking, but not like Beth Cummings. Ah Beth. She was a frustrating toy, sometimes, but she was his first true slave. He liked the thought.“First true slave,” he mused aloud to.