” “ Will our story have a happy ending?” “ What do you mean 'our story?'” “ Remember the toast I made when we clicked our wine and said... “To us?” “ I remember.” “ I want you to stay here and be happy, but I have a feeling you don't trust me because you know how I am, how I have needed women to dominate and hurt.” “ That's true. How can I know you don't want to do the same to me? I don't trust you.” “ I don't want to hurt you. I love your mind, your imagination. You're beautiful and I. ‘I don’t blame you, Danny. I blame me.’ Danny knew that all through her marriage, adversity had made her strong. She would take a beating that would break many women and come out the other side more determined than ever to save herself. She fought for him, she fought for her family, clients, friends, and she fought for herself. But today… never had she seemed so lost to him. He raised his hand to cover hers. She quickly gripped it painfully tight. ‘All I ever wanted was for you to be happy. And. I placed my hand into her chuddar I pressed her boobs on her bra, I asked open the bra, she done it and her boobs was so stiff I raised her chuddar up to grab her boobs freely in to my hands. I kissed her breast and I licked her both breasts and her boobs are smooth and in the size of melons. I was pressing her breasts tightly and kissing her lips, we both gave a French kiss each other and she grabbed my hand and placed it on her inner thighs. I asked her open your pant and panty, she said take. Helen added that they would be waiting for me in the next bedroom when I was ready. We had previously discussed, and agreed that Rick and I would do what 'came naturally' and Helen , at mine ...and her...request would sit in the shadows....and watch.I emptied the contents of my sizable travel bag on the bed, still unsure of what to wear.....I started by putting my red and black basque on, adjusting the shoulder straps till I felt it fitted right, then I fastened my stockings to the suspenders.