.{RK: Mine too!}JIM“Why don’t I knowthat she loves me?Why don’t I know,that she cares?Oh, why don’t I know thatshe wanted to have kids?And why...don’t I know whyshe colors her brown hair,And why don’t I know thatshe loves -- Somebody else.”(Darlene had come over and did her blocking, which put her with my arms around her waist. I saw Audrey barely holding back a smirk.)NORMA“Why Don’t I knowthat I love him?Why don’t I knowwhy I care?Oh-Oh, why don’t I knowif he’ll come back to me?Why don’t I. But Margaret would undoubtedly spill the beans to the rest of the wives and that really would cause problems. Yet if he said nothing, he would be guilty of conspiring to deceive. In the end, though he felt guilty as hell about doing it, he decided to keep mum as the stakes were just too high for him to do anything else.As it turned out, he made the wrong decision. On returning home, one of the other younger husbands, talkative from all the drink, couldn't stop himself from bragging to his wife. The sound of it was more brutal than the reality. He looked into her eyes, his dark gaze heated with desire. "Are you sure you want to know the answer to that question?" His hand gripped her by the neck, but his free hand was already gently playing with her nipples…skimming across her breasts…sliding down her smooth belly to cup her sex with its light dusting of pubic hair. "Who do you belong to, Anya?"The girl's blue eyes flared desperately. "You, Master. I belong to you." As if to reward her,. . And I’m a junior optician from Carlisle, in the north-west of England ... And I’m here today, because I’d rather be used by a dog, than be submissive to a man!”Young and pretty - one would imagine it would be enjoyable to sit opposite this young medical professional as she stared into your eyes - but there’s something about her manner that suggests it would be a cool experience.We cut to the bedroom of a comfortable-looking little apartment. The view through the window is mostly rooftops and.