"This was a shock to me. I asked, "Why not?" I have to meet my husband for dinner at eight o'clock." She said just as a waitress came to ask for our d...ink order.We ordered drinks and as soon as the waitress left the table I said, "Tracy. How could you let your husband screw up our plans for tonight?" My husband didn't plan this dinner, I did. I should never have agreed to me you in the first place. I don't know what I was thinking," she said.I couldn't believe that all my planning was falling. " Okay... so why did you do it?"I assumed that Jase told Eddie that he explained to me why they were fighting. He told me that he would, and the sudden, guilty look that took over Eddie's expression pretty much confirmed that."It was a mistake, Rory. I was wrong, and even if Jase has forgiven me, it's something that I'm going to have to live with for a very long time." But why'd you do it? Was it because of me?" It's definitely not your fault, or anyone else's but mine." But you still did it. It helped her cope with the day-to-day monotony of being a living sex toy. But she had to stop when it could be tested by reality. The disappointment could send her into another spiral of depression.Yet as she fell into step behind Marris, she could not quench that faint spark of anticipation.All the man-servants had each claimed a slave, and they moved with their charges in a single file down a narrow passage. They emerged into a large, circular chamber. Curtained doorways stood at regular. I wanted to drive her crazy and knew that’s what she wanted. I wanted her to beg for my cock, wanted her to scream for me to fuck her. I then grabbed both of her hands and lifted them above her head, pressing my cock harder against her ass.Suddenly, she surprised me and bucked her ass hard against my cock, pushing herself away from the door forcing me to release her hands from above her head. She laughed as she squirmed away, “You think you’re tough! Don’t you,” she said, smiling and I could.