Stand up I say, ‘fuck off’ is what she says but she begins to stand up anyway. Her tits are perfect and I can tell that even now she is proud of t...em. ‘What are you going to do’ she asks. My reply does not shock her but she has to keep up the pretence. I’m going to fuck you, shove Your night stick up your arse’ and you’re going to swallow my cum. She looks down at the night stick still hanging from her belt. I grab it and hold the cold steel against her, ‘stand still and don’t fucking move’ I. " My wife doesn't want me, because she is not a lesbian."On the whole, these emasculating confessions did excite me, but I alsoknew that they weren't enough to get me in the right mood. They wereonly words, and though they stung at my masculine ego, none of it feltreal. It was still just fantasies, and I needed something more thanfantasy.As I stood there looking like a total and naked woman, I looked down atmy feet. I saw my toes. For a moment, I thought that I should paint mytoenails. I have. She had never camped before, and I, well, I camped a lot. Several reasons: it was cheap, it was flexible, and I enjoyed being outdoors.She, on the other hand, found every single thing new, and exciting. From hiking in to the campsite (and she was petite enough, that a large bookbag was about an appropriate load), to selecting a tentsite, to setting up the tent, and opening the sleeping bags to let the insulation loft back up, it all was fun and exciting. I was starting to see why, so long ago,. How? I became her alpha male. I became the one male that smelled right, sounded right, was right. I became as a god for Lynn Harkness.Sure, I did other programming, things for Vincent to find, strategies that might work, hidden traps in her mind, some obvious, some not. As I completed my work, I wondered if Vincent would just kill her, or if he'd try to reprogram her himself. I was betting on Vincent's ego.It felt like a safe bet. Vincent flew around in a private helicopter and lived out of the.