" I am not Vyera, I'm Jenny!" You are Vyera", replies the voice. The voice is soft, reasonable, unswerving, patient, implacable. The voice insists on ...hat will be and I have nothing to resist with. Nothing to hold on to. "Your name is Vyera..."Deep in my memory, there is a little girl, just three years old. She is hiding under her parents bed, pulling a blanket over herself and laying very still, undiscovered by her brothers who are searching for her. I fly back across the years to my old home.. ‘But what Paul?’ ‘I just don’t like lying to Stacey. Sorry Dave.’ ‘You haven’t exactly lied to her, you just didn’t tell her.’ I sighed. ‘Look at it this way. If we don’t tell them, they can’t worry about us.’ ‘I don’t know about that,’ he said dubiously, ‘they seem to find out nearly everything that happens.’ I laughed. ‘Who do you think tells them most of it? Us!’ ‘It just feels like we’re doing something wrong.’ He shook his head. ‘What would be wrong is missing the opportunity we have to. I thought you'd enjoy it. After all, isn'tthat what little maids always do for their masters? He does have anice cock doesn't he? I love it myself. I love the feel of his cockdeep into my cunt. I love the way he rotates it around in me. It isso delightful. By the way Suzette, don't forget your enema Mondaymorning before you go to Bart's apartment." Janet, you disgust me and revolt me. You are lucky I'm not aviolent man. He is not my master. You are my wife and I wish youcould behave like one.". Drama means stress, and I hate stress. Calm, routine, comfort and companionship. The only drama I want is fucking hot sex with you! He: Excellent – I can handle that, love you. But the key to keeping the passion alive is fantasy. If you can’t have the person there with you, you have to have them in your thoughts. Even a night out to dinner alone can become an evening for two. She: Think I’ll go out for dinner tonight, you know how I love to dress up! I can’t put on a pair of thigh highs.