I think he spent a few nights reading my stories and worked up the courage to confront me about them. I am embarrassed to say that several of them wer... about him, and worst all, I used his real name. After he revealed to me his knowledge about my secret, he told me that he would be blackmailing me. If I did not accept, he would read my stories to Victor, convincing my loving hisband that he had sex with me from time to time, just like the stories described all the action.I did not want Victor. I woke up that morning around 10am, it had been a hot sultry August night, so had slept on top of duvet. I looked down to see that my night shirt had ridden up, exposing my body from just below my boobs down. Sleeping with my door open, at that moment I became a little self conscious, wondering if mom or dad had seen me. Shafts of sunlight warmed the bare flesh of my thighs as it radiated brightly through a gap in the curtains. A little bleary eyed, I rolled onto my back, stretched, before. .. yes, darling, I read you. I... Henry misunderstood me, I think. I'll do whatever he wants me to. I... I want to do it. Please, honey--I'll cooperate..."Jack looked at his young wife closely. "I know you will, Kit." He paused and then smiled at the man seated by the pretty blonde girl. "She'll be okay, Henry. Drinks may have got to her for a minute; she's not used to much alcohol. Tell you what-- we'll have her prove it to you. What would like to have her do? Anything you like..."The man. What doeshe mean I am to follow his commands? Like a slave? What in hell is thistraining he is talking about? I watched as he crouched down on his haunchesabout eye level with me. ?I know you?re confused, but you will understand.? Hesmiled softly and ruffled my hair. I was surprised at this show of affection;it confused me to no end. He swiftly returned to standing and began to unziphis pants. My eyes widened at what his zipper revealed. I had never seen aman?s penis that was as big as his. It.