He had suffered too many humiliations at the hands of Jacques le Gris to just accept what he has done.“I cannot live with the shame of what he did t... you, without confronting him and seeing him punished,” Jean explained to his wife. “What kind of man would I be if I did nothing?”“A living one!” Marguerite answered.“I would rather die than lose my honor,” Jean replied.“Would you have your son grow up without his father?” Marguerite asked, her hand rubbing on her abdomen. Jean hesitated, the. It was good to hear from them and after we had caught up on old times, they asked us if we would extend our hospitality to another couple who were also very close friends of theirs. We of course said yes. They said that they thought we would find them unusually charming. That they wanted to hear from us as soon as they had left. We thought it a bit strange but what the hell.The next day we got a call from the friends. They introduced themselves as Jane and Dick and they sounded very nice. We. Number four. Carry two steaming mugs of morning elixir into the bedroom, closing the door behind me with my hip; ensuring that the dogs don’t follow me and leap onto the bed, waking my sleeping beauty too abruptly.And ‘Sleeping Beauty’ was the correct designation. I stood for a moment just gazing at her; her blonde hair tangled over her sleeping face, the sheet only covering her lower half, her pale chest with its pink ornaments rising and falling gently with her soft breathing. Damn! Even. “Can I get both of them master?” I asked with my best pair of puppy eyes. “My pet, I love the way you think. You can have anything you want.” With that we walked to the front desk and purchased my new toys and left to go home and test them out. The drive home was agony. Knowing that there were all kinds of fun new toys in the back and I couldn’t play with them yet. You put your hand on my leg and rubbed it, knowing that you were driving me crazy. You pushed your hand farther and farther up my.