I was so shocked, I didn’t even protest. I should have fought it, screamed, anything,’ she trailed off again. ‘It wouldn’t have stopped him. ...ou couldn’t have stopped it.’ ‘You’re right,’ she said, looking up into his eyes. ‘I lay there afterward—everything hurting, my thoughts spiraling out of control, wondering what had just happened and knowing the answer but refusing to accept it. And he got up, caressed my cheek, and said I brought it on myself, that I had deserved what just happened,. As we were sitting resting and having a drink I rubbed my right calf muscle, which felt like it had the beginnings of an ache or cramp. James, who was sitting opposite me, was watching me and told me to put my foot up on his chair and he would give it a massage. “I’m fine, honestly, but thanks James." “I’m a physiotherapist, now put your foot up and I will check it and massage it properly,” he insisted. I couldn’t really refuse and slowly lifted my foot up onto the edge of his chair, between. But I have something which might help. He reached under the counter and laid a package on the top. “For you” he said. Then walked out of the shop and left her gaping, stunned, shocked and mesmerised by their exchange. She opened the package and pulled out a book, used, well thumbed. “The concept and guide to power exchange relationships”. She tucked it in her bag, took a deep breath and got on with her work.She devoured the book after her husband had gone to bed at night. Gaining understanding. . along with Kayla and Carmen.“Ladies,” I smiled at them as they all sat there, naked, eating the breakfast that Ashley made for us all, one of ham and onion omelettes and hash browns.“Saul, or should I say, lover?” Michelle licked her lips as she bit off some more of her omelette, “you definitely fucked me but good last night.”“And I got home from drinking with my friends, found her in bed with you, and just got busy screwing her deep and hard. No, I didn’t mind the sloppy seconds. It made for.