Jeff, her husband for the last two of her twenty-four years sometimes wondered why she had chosen him from the many suitors who courted her. She had o...ce explained that it wasn’t for his male equipment, for there were many with larger, or his skill in using it, for many had demonstrated equal or better. It was the parts of his personality that matched hers better than any other of the many men she had considered.He remembered when they first began dating. She kept it platonic longer than he. You know ... where they dump the junk that’s just backfill. Davis is looking at Roy. Roy bends down and picked up a rock ... brushed it off a little and trots back. Davis sticks out a hand and Roy sticks a grooved hammer-stone in it. The thing was perfect ... no spalling or cracks. Probably weighed fifteen pounds. Davis looks at it and started in about how long it takes to make something like it. Careful chipping with a harder stone and polishing the groove.”“It took weeks,” he said.“Where did. When I was let into what the Boss likes to call his Playroom, I saw that he was already having some fun. This Simone had got her lovely big knockers wrapped around his cock and she was massaging it with them. You can’t help admiring the old buzzard. He’s full of ideas... and energy. I call him old but he’s not really all that old. In his early fifties, I reckon. He’s only old when compared to me; and he’s got plenty of stamina, buttressed by all the pills and pink ‘uns Madame Melissa lays on. How very confusing!Anne feels like He sometimes looks right through her, as if He can see her soul or read her hot mind.Anne acknowledges to herself she feels grateful for all hot sex so far, even taken against her will!Anne is amazed again by His short lecture as Professor of Sexuology interrupting her thought process.Anne hadn't heard before of the 'Stockholm Syndrome': hostages tend to fall in love with oppressors!Anne keeps thinking long about this. Could she really fall in love with this.