" I hope you made plans to stay the weekend." I said, tugging on the chain to bring her back to my side."I don't plan, I just do." she said defiantly.... pulled her in close with the chains and told her, "Well, here are the rules. While you are here, you 'just do' what I say. You call me 'Sir', and you speak only to answer questions, is that clear?" Yes, SIR!" there was still a note of defiance in her voice.I smiled. Good! She wanted to be treated roughly, but she was going to make damn sure I. She told me she enjoyed the idea in fantasy talk only. I told her I wanted to have a night of sexual fantasies that we could talk about and have many night playing it out. She has always said that it was nice to talk about but she was against the idea. So I decided to continue talking about it during sex to see if I could change her mind.One night during sex I asked her if she ever had a huge cock before. She wouldn't answer me. I asked her if she had an old lover that had a big cock. Still no. . . Beep . . Beep. Chapter Two – Erika Fights for Her Life At first I didn’t recognize the beeping sound for what it was . . . . her heart monitor was functioning again. One of the two remaining nurses rushed from the room while the other frantically began re-starting Erika’s I.V.s and replacing her oxygen cannula. Her parents and I watched as the blue cast to her lips returned to pink. Marie von Sturm looked first from Erika’s face to my face and then back again to her daughter. It was as if a. My wife had her legs spread and her pussy glistened with excitement. My dick was now a little over half hard. Dr. Nichole reached over to the small table and looked at her watch, then wrote down the time. She then squirted some shaving cream into her hand and turned to my prone wife, and began applying the cream to my wife’s pussy hair. As she spread it around, Nichole looked over at me, then at my dick. “I see we’re making some progress.” She said with smile. After she had my wife all lathered.