You're young enough that putting that dream aside for good seems like a hasty decision. What about adoption?" I'm pretty sure that I want to adopt at ...ome point, regardless of whether or not we have children of our own. Going that route right now feels like I'm giving up, though." Abigail tilted her head and looked at Jack. "Don't you want to have our own children?"The question irritated Jack. Abigail already knew the answer."Of course, I do. It's just that those treatments are so ... hard on. ..beautiful behemoths....to step on them and to rule and dominate. For an introvert such as myself, it was a wild request. For the little girl who was fresh out of her teens, it was confusing debauchery. If good girls didn't wear cha cha heels, then surely they did not get on the train to cross town to step on people.I never admitted to myself or anyone else that the request intrigued me. I wasn't savvy in kink at the time, let alone knowing about brands, payment, and other things. I was a k**. The cops would escort them to the hotel. The cops went with them to pick up their luggage. We tagged along to get our clothes and tooth brushes.A Mexican dress in casual clothes walked up to our little group. "Karl?" he asked. He didn't single anyone out. I was more than a little surprised when the operative I had nicknamed Karl the Killer answered him.The Brit whispered, "For some reason Colonel Martin liked your nick names. He adopted them as operational names for this operation." Damn, I had. ‘he wanted me to get him hard, I offered to put him in my mouth, but he didn’t want that. Then he would ask me to turn over, he would get behind me and enter me. It never seemed to last very long, then he would lay down and go to sleep.’ ‘did he never give you oral sex?’ again she shook her head. ‘did you satisfy yourself?’ this time she nodded. ‘only when he wasn’t in the house though, in the shower mainly.’ I wanted to hold this woman, tell her that things would get better, but then I got.