I guided his hand to the buttons, opened the first couple. "I'd ask him to help with this." "You'd do that??? I'd want you to, but I thought you'd get...mad." Tom never had trouble with my dresses, but he fumbled now. Finally, when it was opened far enough - almost to my waist, I said, "I'd want him to touch my skin..." I took his hand and slipped it under my dress. "I think he'd want to, don't you?" A minute passed. He was silent, eyes closed, but his hand moved over my breast. I closed my eyes,. I knew Bernie was there and could smell coffee and felt a mug being pushed against my hand by him as I heard Tony sit down at his place. ‘Thanks Bernie,’ I said before having a sip of coffee. ‘About…About this morning Bryan,’ he began, with a slight stutter. ‘I’m sorry I barged in like that. I’m sorry. I just didn’t realise…realise that…that you and Tony…..’ I tapped the table and pointed to where, roughly I knew the pad was and made a writing motion which was for Tony to write down what I. He was firm in his use of force on her and what herposition in the marriage was. She was a strong, confident woman anddidn't want to submit and be passive to a man. He was a firm dominantmale that demanded her submission to his manhood. She had no choice,he used force and punished her when she tried to stand up to him. Hispunishments were demoralizing and painful. She submitted in the end,and surrendered her pride as a woman.She knew in her heart that Thomas was only pretending to take. Then we're all set to go out," Sherry stated, obviously pleased. "You're taking me out again?" I asked, suddenly scared of my predicament. "Well of course, sweety. You are simply just too hot to keep all cooped up in here. Besides, we have a special surprise in store for you." Sherry replied. Kristi smiled as she said this last remark, and began pulling out my new dress and shoes. She walked over to me, and held a slinky, form-fitting maroon dress up against the front of my body. "Ooh,.