Ivy askedher. "Another pair of shorts? Some pajama pants? A dress?"Ivy was looking forward to dressing her down the road, but planned onletting her le...d the way even when she was in her nursery. Holly furrowedher eyebrows for a moment before saying softly. "A dress?"She hid her surprise well, but smiled as she walked to the closet andgrabbed four options for her. She pointed to a yellow plaid one that shehung onto while putting the others back. It was a bright yellow with wideplaid colors,. “The more you want it, the less you get.”I nodded.Sean volunteered, “My wife and I have a boring sex life, at least that’s what she calls it. We’ve been trying to think of ideas to spice up our relationship. I guess you don’t have that problem, huh?”I chuckled, “Not yet, and nothing boring in sight. With us, everyday is exciting. Of course, we’re not entirely sure whom we’ll have sex with during the day. I’ve skipped over some details, but use your imagination.”“Oh, I am. I am,” Sean said.. The husband must totally facilitate her needs and desires. He must buy her sexy outfits to wear on dates, cater to her needs, treat her as his princess, assist her in dressing for her dates, and both see and experience all that has happened as she tells him every detail of her trysts.In many cases, he is required to clean her up upon her return home using his tongue to cleanse the deposits that her lover left behind. He may even undergo the humiliation of seeing her lover come to their home to. He didn't need the money. Besides what he had been paid outright by Neurodyne, he still collected residuals on the patents he owned and licensed out.With no direction and what many people speculated was a broken heart, over the next year Holland Campbell did his best to fall off the face of the earth. He spent most days sitting in his penthouse. He never travelled. He never went out, not even to shop for groceries or clothes. His servant automatons did all the work for him.Inside he was.