" I look at him confused and he repeats himself, yelling this time for me to get on my knees. I comply as he informs me that he will not be repeating ...imself again tonight. Then he comes to my eye level and wraps his big hands around my neck. I close my eyes in bliss; I've been waiting for this for so long. "Tonight you are going to reply with, 'Yes sir.' You are here for my pleasure, I'm going to train you like the slave bitch you are. Do you understand?" I reply with a, "Yes, sir," like an. It seemed wrong to share without her knowledge and was certainly a risk and a severe breaking of trust. Yet after the first time it became easier and John was amazed at how excited it made him feel. Wedding, holiday or family 'day out' photos followed. John enjoyed chatting to men who were experienced and dominant, particularly those who wanted to own and become part of a white family. Sex between husband and wife was regular and though John was a rather short performer, Marie always enjoyed. Saturday afternoon they were sitting in the den when the phone rang, Joyce answered she put a finger to her mouth, a sign for Al to keep quiet. She put John on speaker. “Hi sexy how are you?”“We’ll I’m lonely and horny, Al’s gone and you’re coming over with a friend, this weekend really sucks for me.” Their was a long pause then finally John spoke “listen Joyce were at the Long Road (a bar John liked around the corner from his and their houses) why not come over and join us?” She looked at Al,. She blushes and is glad that it cannot be seen beneath the fur covering her face. “I mean me,” she corrects. “And it’s the companion to this book that I seek.” Quickly, she produces the book from beneath her dress.The old monk grins at seeing a bit of her leg and the interesting place that she has chosen to store it. But he doesn’t do anything more to make his excitement anymore obvious—at least not to Penelope.That guy just totally checked us out. I hope this isn’t some kind of weird monastery.