For Emma and Ray, every Sunday morning was the same. Downstairs, a smiling Ray would mouth his standard Sunday morning words, as he indicated the set ...able, “For your services last night, Madam.”Every weekend, Emma baked a walnut cake and scones, Ray might do some gardening, before going on the computer to place his usual weekly bet on the horses. Emma had some misgivings, but his gambling had never become addictive. Evenings were television time, and sometimes, when Emma expressed her disgust. Thatone thing I still kept from her.Rashid's brothers were not cruel like him. They treated me as a slave ofcourse, and they expected me to obey them and to pleasure them, but theywere not cruel for the sake of cruelty. If I disobeyed or was less thanperfectly pleasing, I would be beaten, but provided I made them happy,they would treat me fairly. In their furs late at night they wouldreward me with small pieces of food from the previous evening's meal,and they would at least make a point of. She started out on the floor beside the bed, having refused to leave me alone last night. She fixed soup when we got home from the hospital, made me tea, sat with me, talked with me, and then dragged a bunch of blankets in and lay down on the floor. Sometime during the night, I had nightmares—screaming. I-don’t-know-who-I-am nightmares. Bald-fright wig nightmares. Please-don’t-hurt-me nightmares.She soothed me, calmed me, and held me until I sobbed myself back to sleep. Then she stayed there in. You bet. Your sexy wife Lori was not only laying out beside the apartment complex pool in that fucking sexy two-piece swimsuit but she was also joining me inside in your marital bed in your apartment and she was fucking and sucking me like you thought she was only doing with you. Wrong, wrong, old buddy. Lori was a very hot sexy young woman and you weren't giving her all the attentions she badly needed.I do remember meeting Joe and Lori who were relative newlyweds and I invited them over to my.