You will always end my sexual eventsthis way. Nothing reinforces my position as the head of the householdas having you tend to my needs. I hate having...to get up out of bedafter a good fuck to clean myself. It makes the whole experience seemdirty rather than the natural process it really is."I complied, although with her dildo still in me, it was ratherawkward. Not that I didn't enjoy her taste. Like my earlier efforts,just being able to touch her intimately and experience her musky,sexual. All I acknowledged was that he wasn’t going to leave me any time soon. I automatically relaxed and my naive heart fluttered. He had broken down all my minds barriers faster than anyone before him. In fact, he was the first to break them all down since my first relationship nearly five years ago. He was now in the room with my heart and I hadn’t even done a pat-down to see if he had a knife on him before he entered. He sat and asked me questions about myself. I told him my life slowly but. He could sense her there, but she was not visible. As he prepared supper he set another table place. As he went to get the food he looked back wondering why. The family had always placed the evening meal on the table in serving dishes, he continued the tradition, more out of habit than any other reason. He found there was a comfort in the development of routines. As he passed her chair he sensed the chill he had become accustomed to when she was present. It seemed to be a little warmer this. She wanted to separate them form the embarrassing moment when Mark had caught her in the act so to speak. “Oh lets just move on from that Mark. I just want to be with you now.” Mark was not going to move on though. He was taking control and again asked, “No, I want you to tell me about it. I was very excited to find you like that.” Sara had not considered that possibility. That finding her alone and masturbating would excite him. Mark went on. “Did he ask you to touch yourself?” “Not at first,.