I do know you find this a horror and totally disgusting, but that will pass. If I'm wrong, and you haven't adjusted by the time you're eighteen, you'l... have your own life and can make your own decisions, but until then, I make them for you, and I say you are a bitch. We won't discuss this subject anymore, will we?"Eve shook her head slowly so as not to dislodge the tongue, but he was beginning to lose interest anyway. She began getting breaks when she could have gotten a word in, but she chose. "Basically, you'd be agreeing to be mine, body AND soul for a period of eight years. What you have to ask yourself is whether you can submit, not only physically, but emotionally... if you can act enthusiastic and loving about it all. That's a big part of the deal. As I told you before, I can find somebody to have sex with a lot cheaper than this... I want the love and the affection too... or at least the illusion of it. Now... any questions."I was silent for a moment, almost overcome with. I walked into her bedroom and saw she had laid out her clothes for the day. A plain white nylon bra, a black nylon panty, very light pantyhose, a red button down silk blouse, light gray slacks, and red high heels were neatly laid out on her bed. I removed my shorts, crawled into the bed, and began masturbating with her panty as I heard the shower stop. She was drying her hair in the bathroom, and I could tell she was applying her makeup as well. I was maintaining my erection by lightly rubbing. ‘Please, Ethan,’ I breathed, closing my eyes tight, touching his large hands against the small of my back. ‘Why are you with that looser?’ he whispered in my ear. ‘Please let go,’ I begged, pushing back against his locked fingers. Even though I was mad at Jonathan I still cared about him. I didn’t want to hurt him and seeing me like this with Ethan would definitely hurt him. ‘You should be with me, not him.’ ‘We only dated a month, Ethan. Why are you still upset about it?’ ‘Well, I guess.