Marriage is a construct of society and the church to keep society from breaking down due to anarchy. Everyone fucking everyone else with no limits. No...one knowing whose child they’re carrying or caring for.”“So you don’t believe in love?” I asked.“I believe in love. I love my wife more than I love other women, and I married her to ensure she would carry my children,” Marco said. “Do you know for sure it’s your child she’s carrying, Marco? Perhaps she found someone like you and Matteo, willing. ' he continued, hiding his laugh as it sent her over the edge. He knew that her mother had been the disciplinarian in her house, so this was something that made the new Mistress/slave relationship between Stacy and Sally something extra, something special.'When we get home, you know what to do.' He concluded, his voice now velvet wrapped steel. They both had the same rules. At home, loose clothing if they wore anything at all, and no panties. They would immediately go into the living room and. Most of the time on the stock XLCR but sometimes they’d take the side roads on their way into Rolla for the weekly shopping just so he’d know the road better when the time came to test his skills. And the time had come. If he could maneuver that monster machine on these roads, his ‘speed run’ across country would be a breeze. A breeze!! That was a laugh! A race with the wind, a dream come true. At the 60 mph speed limit sign on the edge of town he gave the bike its head, the front wheel staying. She had seen from a distance as it were and he seemed a nice sort of bloke, no roughness or crudity, was she getting worked up just thinking what it would be like with yet another man, she made a decision.“I think I would like that and I will take your reference as an okay on his behaviour”. Peter smiled, “He is okay, he is a gentleman I have never seen any nastiness in him at any time in fact he is very laid back sort of guy”. “Okay that is settled then, tomorrow I get Harry but today there is.