She was one of them now. Shewas his."Sparky, Sparky," she said, looking at me.I looked at her, beaten. I was the hired help now. A waitress. A maid. A...hore.Had I resisted hard enough? Was I strong enough? Did it matter? "Yes,ma'am?" I said quietly."Girl, can we talk?" Bonnie said. "I know you think I'm a bitch, andmaybe I am. I fucked J.D. too soon after I met him, and that was wrong.But you have to know that I've been so frustrated with you forever actinglike a sissy. Your fucking cooking. Mr. Keller rested his head against my shoulder briefly but then started to roll his hips. He had just cum, twice, and he was starting to thrust into me again. I could hear myself moaning and was unable to control the sounds I was making. Mr. Keller was starting to pant again, too. He pushed himself up off of me and held himself away from me with his arms. There were gooey strings of cum connecting our bodies. The cum on my face was seeping into my mouth and down off my chin. Mr. Keller looked. She screamed when she pulled herself up, the nails on her wrist bruising the nerve against the bone, and the nails on her feet, tearing at her, when she pushed on them. She held herself up, muscles cramping, air rushing out and into her lungs."This is so hard on you love; you don't have to stay," and, with a whimper she dropped back, to hung from her arms.He kissed her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears, and of her sweat."I shall never leave you," he said, stepping back.The rain began to. "Hey!" Thomas said, turning to try and look up into Mara's face. "What's up?"She leaned over to where her mouth was near his right ear and whispered: "I love you." Then she kissed his ear, as well as down along the side of his neck, in soft, tender, and passionate attention."MMMM," Thomas said, obviously appreciating Mara's affectionate expressions. "What's all this for?" I'm just telling you I love you, and that I appreciate you being my husband," she replied."MMMM," he said, lifting his hands.