He has more of a right to my body than I do. For he has the right to deny me the pleasure of my own body, and the authority to forbid me from avoiding...the pain and humiliation of whatever punishment he sees fit to administer. He has the right to lock my hands and feet away so that I can't use them. He can take away my sight, my power of speech, the pleasure of my genitals. He has the right, theoretically at least, to take my life.Even though he can’t see me from the other room, I try my best. When his figurine stopped ona blank space, he sighed in relief that nothing happened to him. Next wasLisa's turn. She got two sixes, and watched worriedly that something wouldhappen to her. When her figurine landed on a blank space, it suddenlychanged to read pick up a card. Fearfully she picked up a card and read italoud, "Go back seven spaces, and years." Suddenly her figurine startedmoving backwards, and shrinking as it did, till it looked like a child. She screamed as she shrank, her voice. Her curiosity was certainly piqued and some of the descriptions would cause her to feel a little tingle between her legs.When Jessica complained, during their conversation, of a lack of sexual excitement in her marriage, Grace had some suggestions. First, she asked Jessica, how big Jim's cock was. When Jessica said she could only just see the head when she had her hand on it, Grace just shook her head. "Maybe, you need a bigger cock to satisfy you." Jessica asked, "Wouldn't it hurt?" Grace. Nevertheless, it was very nice sex.But as nice as the evening sex with Pete might be, and as wonderful as the afternoon lovemaking with Joe made her feel, she still wasn't satisfied. Her times with Joe were far too rushed, and the possibility that the kids might need her was too distracting. She really, really, needed a long loving session with Joe again. She was dreaming of Thursday as a time that she and Joe could be together all day, but even that was going to have to be carefully worked.