She saw before her a barren life. No more fantasies about heroes and passionate nights in marital bliss. The bounds of matrimony now looked to be just...that… restraints for the purpose of torture and abuse. She was about to beowned by heartless monster. Her future reality would indeed contain some heartless monsters, but nothing like she imagined and the man that would ultimately become her husband would turn out to be much more than any man she had ever encountered. Storming the gates and. .. I assume any red-blooded straight guy would look and smell if given the opportunity. Her daily panties are usually right on top of the pile, hard to miss. Everyday Nick could find a fresh pair of panties with her smell on them, a variety of every type of undies made. That day there were two pairs of boyshorts, one simple gray cotton and one mesh purple leopard print right on top of the clothes pile, surely he would check them out. The next morning she turned me on by leaving the bathroom. Perhaps I won’t…My little session made things worse, of course. Not only couldn’t I shake your image from my head, but now it was whispering sweet little suggestions into my ears, teasing me with that mixture of naughty innocence which I’m come to suspect from my lover. Do you know how hard it is to take orders when all I can think about is how much I want you, baby? I pride myself on being attentive, and yet, I found myself having to ask people to repeat this or that. It was embarrassing, let. ‘Oh Steve, that’s a lovely picnic set. May I look inside?’ ‘No you may not. That’s for later,’ he said, catching her off-guard, but smiling. She must have expected an automatic yes and she pulled her hand back quickly when he didn’t provide it. ‘Hmmmm, I wonder what’s in there?’ she murmured. ‘Wait here a moment, I’ll be right back,’ he said. He walked over to the far edge of the dock and pulled an odd looking cart from under a shed roof. He wheeled it back to the ramp and began to load the.