‘It’s a good thing you removed the glasses. According to this you should be 55, and you seemed a lot older until I looked at you closely. I see yo... have something wrong with your right eye. Have you been in a fight here already?’ Mark took back his driver’s license before replying with another explanation that was smooth from its repetition, ‘It’s a genetic condition called Heterochromia. Three quarters of my iris is brown, and the rest is blue. All of the men in my family have it.’ He. And Sarah, despite her faults, would make him a good wife. If he had any sense, he would just bury the past here and now and start trying to concentrate on the future. Concentrate on making a family.Still... he just couldn't escape the feeling that there was something he needed to know. Many times he'd felt optimistic his memories were returning because he could sense some stray thought teasing the edge of his mind. It was a feeling that was only stronger now that he'd met Jack.Maybe it was. Her mothers child. “Yes.” I answer sitting in the chair across from her to try and catch her eye. “You look tired, did you sleep well?”She looks up then with a careful look in her eye. She seems to be studying my mood so I am careful not to betray anything. She finally decides on an answer and goes back to casually folding her papers. “It is much colder than I am used to.”Not a lie I am amused to find. The clever girl’s virtue is still intact. “Well, I can have the servants visit your room to. “That’s enough, my slut.” I tried again, pulling against the hand in my hair, needing him inside me, his hand came down sharply on my cheek. “I said, enough.” “I’m sorry, Master.” I said quickly, “I got carried away.” “Andy, take your finger out of her cunt.” He removed it slowly and I groaned. “Now, slut, lick his finger clean.” He released my hair and dressed himself. I turned to face Andy, my hunger evident on my face. He looked shocked, he’d never seen me so carnal. I’d stopped indulging.