Was I not there in front of them as they talked so personally and graphically about me? I knew, though, that this was about more psychological gaming,...playing in my mind. I knew this was control, but I also knew that the control was a stimulation for me. And, more to the point, Tim knew that. And … whether our entry into submission all that time ago intended it or not … the stimulation I felt from the control was more intense, more dominating of my being than ever before. As if over time, my. I mean she was a sweetie but a very 7 months pregnant. I did hear her say that she was always hungry and horny...When we got back to my house I showed her the bathroom and went out to water the dogs. I cleaned up a bit and - just in case - ran a wet rag over my boys and ol' WIllie. You know, gotta keep 'em fresh.She came out of the bathroom and looked marvelous. I had to say, "you know, you are one of the prettiest woman I have seen." and I wasn't joking. She was smoking hot - there was just. Adam began kissing her rosebud, and she ordered him to stick his tongue right in and taste her. She kept this up for some time, urging him to get his tongue further and further in."Oh Angel," she gasped. "He is making me want to shit. I want to fill the little prick's mouth with my sticky, smelly waste!" Let it go!" I encouraged her, and finally a long turd slid out straight into Adam's mouth.Caroline turned to watch him."Let me see you chew it, you fucking toilet!" she shouted. "Come and look. If he wasn't working he thought about what he would do the next day when he was working. He was working when we entertained, and he was working when we attended one of these boring receptions. For him Life was complete except for our lack of a child, but as in work he never gave up, still visiting my bed once a week to see if this time he could strike home.After eight years of being the bird in the golden cage something different happened. Charles announced that he would be going to Tokyo for.