It wasn’t what I wanted in a relationship. While I didn't want to be pushed around, I wanted a guy who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to go ...or it. A guy like my dad.Brad stood up. He offered me his hand, pulling me to my feet when I took it. "Are you two going to play volleyball?" Brad said to Jenny and Glen."Yup, we sure are," Glen said. My brother got up along with Jenny. "We're ready to go."Brad hung the backpack over one shoulder. He took my hand as we began walking down the. I looked at Walker again. “Release her from that spell you have on her and I’ll ask her what she would rather wear.”He shook his head again, his smile turning slimy. “Why don’t you want her to wear this? It is quite lovely.” And, he gave her a little spin as if wanting to see her from every angle, but he never even looked at her.I stood there glaring at him. Damn, I so wanted to blast his ass with something. Maybe trap him in that stone prison with the succubus. Then I heard a giggle and looked. Her obsession with Jennifer puzzled her. A couple weeks ago Sara considered her just a bimbo competing with her for Steve's attention, but since her encounters with Joe, Jennifer had become an obsession for her. The way she dressed, the way she acted, and even her obviously dyed blonde hair had become arousing to Sara. Fantasies of Jennifer had taken over her thoughts, even when she wasn't masturbating. And in each fantasy her fixation on dominating Jennifer had grown.Last evening, after. Her present accomplishment was all the greater than mine for she achieved her goals without the use of whip or cane which, I recalled, had been a constant need in her period of adjustment.I observed the two wedding ceremonies at close hand. The brides and their grooms stood beneath a canopy in the gardens of the Priory, surrounded by friends and family. It was a warm day. The two girls were dressed in simple white embroidered smocks. Their grooms were resplendent in tail coats and gold braid.