Not having any idea what mom had in mind, Beth and I decided we wouldinstead dress very classy as the hosts. In my attempts to make sure Iwas not copy...ng my sister's look, I had gone a bit overboard with myhair considering I was now in my late twenties. So I decided it wastime to get rid of my long platinum hair with purple streaks. On theevening of the fund raiser I arrived with my newly styled black hair,cut to just above my shoulders, straight and gently framing my face. Iwore a sleeveless. He wears canvas pants and a linen shirt. The shirt has large wet stains under the arms. The midday sun bakes them both, and sweat beads on his forehead."Don't go eyin' me like that."He swings his hand and hits her across the face with the back of it. She does nothing to defend herself. Her hands are tied behind her back with a hemp rope. Iron shackles bind her feet together."If I have to bloody you up so you don't sell, I might just send you to one of the 'special' customers."She says. "I couldn't really understand that until our wedding night. The man who bound me and hurt me. I hated it at first, then gradually as the feeling of helplessness overwhelmed me, it became exciting. For those moments, he owned me, he could do anything to me he wished and I was powerless to resist. I have since wondered if I, if any woman, could be trained to accept and love the role of sexual slave." Why don't we find out." I didn't mean..." she started, but the look in his eye told her he was. He had seen husbands suck their wife’s lover’s cock; watched them get it as hard as possible. He had watched them place it inside their wives too. Billy had seen many things. He had even seen husbands removing the lover’s condom before having sex, knowing full well that there was a risk of pregnancy. Billy had seen many acts of deprivation committed by cuckolds. He had once told himself that he would never lower himself to do what Ian wanted but he found himself nodding at Ian and sidling along.