? She purred once more. ?You’ll be able to guess why in a while.?I was relieved when I felt that the wacko bitch hadn’t tightened the crotch str...p with her usual ruthlessness. I should have known better. Turning me so that my butt rested against the edge of the sink, she began attacking the two smaller straps at the cincher. Slowly, inexorably, the crotch strap began to shrink. It of course drove the mammoth butt plug deeper, but this seemed a minor consequence to what else was. “I like women. I loved one. We were engaged. That’s why I’m here. She didn’t like the conditions of my old job as a basis for marriage…”“Why not?”“I would have been travelling too much, too far for too long. She wanted a husband who would come home at six o’clock every evening, not be sending her a telegram from Austria, or Australia. So I resigned and took a job here.”“And then what?”“She decided she didn’t want a commuting husband either. She didn’t want to live in a London suburb. She wanted. Not right now.I get in my car and I just sit there. I'm shaking.The man in the photos, Breanne's dad, is my rapist. His name is Joe.I cry on my bed behind a locked door.I wake up feeling better and with so many thoughts.I can see only one way I can exorcise the control that that man has over me by what he did to me. I must control him. I must return in more than equal measure his debasement.My phone rings. It's Erin."I was just wondering how you're doing after leaving the party early."Erin is a. "Janie, is there anything else you want to do here besides shop?"She frowned at him and stirred her coffee."We should stop and get something for you," he suggested.Janie didn't react."Maybe a new dress?"Her eyes showed interest."Shoes?"Her mouth twitched. "There is a boutique I've always wanted visit." There you go," he said.Back in the Town Car, Janie leaned over the front seat. "Howard. Are there any high-end car dealerships around here? You know Porsche, Ferrari, things like that?" There's.