I had to remove graffiti off my garage doors as someone painted Slut, Whore and Bitch on it several times. People in town looked at me a just sneered ...n disgust at me. Men kept hitting on me for a fuck date when their wives weren’t around. I hadn’t taken a lover since the day my husband died and would never again either. I finally had to move a couple hours drive away where I wasn’t known by anyone and only the boys, my brother and his wife knew where I lived now. I had attempted suicide twice. . but I’m a bit torn. He’s clearly not been told the truth and he believes that the end is near. If he’s right about that at least, then I won’t have a lot of time left on Earth, my career is over, and I don’t know what kind of marriage to expect in Heaven. On the other hand, I would be separated from my kids or he would ... Same thing with Orlando. I ... would have to choose which father of my children would be separated from them. It’s ... a real pickle. It’s tempting. Very tempting. But .... Sara shows below that it's the slave, who decides matters of life & death, by being smart enough to her Dom.Sara shows that a talented & dedicated sexy submissive slave can get anything she wants from serving Him.Sara shows my dear readers her great talents, which are main reason behind more of our stories coming up!Sara sits at Professor Peter's lap, Friday evening late, after they both brought her freshly bred mom to her bed.Sara seeks the same, clearly. Sara's not sure if she can convince. It was a bonus for helping her in the car. How stupid could a man be to have let that one go, he thought to himself. **“Dinner was excellent, Jon. I really appreciate you taking me out. I enjoyed conversing with another adult outside of work for once.” Margot chuckled. They were sitting in the driveway to her house after returning from dinner. “Now I have a nice bottle of Chardonnay chilled. We could continue talking or…” Her voice trailed off as she blushed. She covered her mouth, realizing.