Not knowing she was near nude, I walked into their bedroom to get something, or say something to her. It's lost on me now why I went into their bedroo.... Our eyes met for a very brief moment before I realized she was in just a pink thong and earrings. As I briefly took in all that she had, I snapped back to reality, quickly apologized and left the room. She came out a few minutes later in black yoga pants and a pink spaghetti strap shirt. Again, panty and bra-less. I had started playing a game. It is a thought I would rather repress, not relive. He is always, in her recollections, lying in bed, waiting for her, a presence, a grief, an ache. But in fact, he had never once waited for her in bed, being occupied during the late hours, in his favorite chair, always reading the bible. She must, she thinks, get that part right… he had never awaited her. But what was his name? What was his name? Her husband’s name? A suppressed pain. Fear. There is something careless about this kind of. If I cannot have intercourse with you, at least let me serve you and give you pleasure, instead of just financial help.I know, this is crazy. But I have known you for going on six years. I'm tired of waiting for you. If this drives you away, I'll be sad. But I need to try something. Think about it, please.Love You, SteveI watched her read it, and when finished Casandra looks up and says, "This sounds like you want to be my Slave." "I believe "Pussy Slave" would be accurate," I replied. "I'll. We walked together to the lake. I could hear the rustling of the leaves underneath our feet. The cold air made me shiver. I only wore a hoodie, jeans and sneakers. I dug my hands into my hoodie’s pocket, trying to keep warm. Zach wore tight jeans, black shoes and a black leather jacket over a navy colored hoodie.It wasn’t long before we reached a bench overlooking the wide and flat lake. We sat down, and said nothing for a little longer. Freezing wind flew through us as I watched the beauty of.