..”Her expression hardened, and she responded, “Yes, I am. But I am scared – she’s so beautiful.”“Wife!” His voice, sharp with command, ...hocked her. “Imogen, my love...” he went on, gently as her eyes met his, “I do not wish to replace you. You are ... like a missing piece of me, and if I lost you, well, I don’t like to think of it. If you’re worried, I won’t suggest it.”“No, Master. Others – Ksenia Sutherland, Dorothy Whitten – have shared their husbands. Can I do less?”“We’ve only been. The other three had obviously been drinking for a while and were showing the signs; she however was quiet and seemed withdrawn and bored. She was gorgeous. Dark wavy hair, full lips, large limpid eyes and long tanned legs, bared to mid thigh by her tight black dress. I sipped my drink and scanned the room rather absently, distracted by the beginning of a fantasy; about her of course. I was startled out of my reverie by a quick flash of tanned thigh as she rose from her chair and started walking. He pushed the door open and stepped into the house, his 6’1” frame blocking the harsh sunlight from entering the hall. He closed the door behind him and kicked off his shoes and put them into the messy pile of shoes belonging to Hannah’s family. He hung his coat on the bannister and looked into the living room, Hannah wasn't there so he assumed she was in the garden sunbathing. He walked through the hall into the kitchen and out of the backdoor. She wasn't there. As he turned to go back into. After that day my days were spent pondering ways of makingthis woman belong to me in every possible way.?She would not just become mine in heart, soul, body, and mind?oh no?shewould transform.? She would exceedeverything she ever thought she could be.?And I was just the sort of man who would help her to achieve it?whethershe would ever be aware of this or not. My methodology is subtle, and I am not a man who takes thatwhich he desires by force.? They must beabsolutely willing to become what I.