Our sex life on the other hand had diminished. We still did it but a lot of Mary's emotion was gone. God, how I missed it. She still climaxed and alwa...s waited for me. I few times after a party or wedding she would drink a little too much and she acted more like old times. I think I lost her trust. She didn't seem like she would completely let go anymore.I know during our arguments, of which we had many over the years, she would always bring up trust. I tried to explain to her that I couldn't. Robert takes his first shot and bounces off the cup and into Bri's shirt. Right in between her cleavage, which I have to say looked amazing in her low cut blouse she was wearing. She turns to me and asks me to "get it out." I look at her and I look at Amanda who is pouring herself another shot of vodka, not even paying attention, so I jail thought fuck it, and pulled it out. I put the ball in our wash cup, as Amanda lines up for her shot, and makes it. Before I could reach for the cup Bri. I'd seen that on some Steven Seagal film we'd seen. Funny how some things come back to you. I grabbed the belt from the other robe and tied his legs to the chair as well. He broke the silence, "ooh, you are feeling kinky." I reminded him, "I said, not a word!" He giggled and made a silly face to show his feigned scorned look. I opened the door of the room and said, "OK, I'm ready."He popped his head around the door to check and he could see my husband all tied up. He came in tentatively and I. “Say sorry,” Zynab smirks down at her.“Sorry…” Francesca sobs, repeatedly kissing the tops of Zynab’s toes.“I am your mistress. You will call me mistress. Apologise again. Kiss my feet and keep apologising.”“Sorry mistress.” Kiss. “Sorry mistress”. Kiss. “Sorry mistress”. Kiss.It won’t be forever, will it? Kiss her feet. Accept inferiority. It’s just the way things are. Life is not always fair. Maybe.