I kept emphasizing that I wanted our marriage to be happy and sexure, our sex life together to be exciting, and above all for HER to have newer and gr...ater levels of pleasure - while, of course, I watched and participated. She insisted that I be present and nearby and be ready to terminate things if that was what she wanted or if things or people got out of hand, she became uncomfortable, etc. I agreed to these conditions of hers, naturally, and felt the same way anyway.What we finally agreed. Shepretty much had to prod me all the way through getting dressed and Ilazily let her do my hair for me. Of course her payment for that wasputting my hair in pigtails with some ribbon she had left over fromthe trip - she liked seeing me like that. I half-heartedly whinedabout looking like I was five, but I didn't really mind.By the time she had put some cereal in front of me to eat I was half-way conscious. I'm fairly certain all of the stress and exhaustionfrom the trip had just reared its. Mom, my loving doting Mom, was there on those internet sex sites. The same woman who'd brought me up and who I naturally felt she was my Mom, as was a baby when Dad met her. Clips of her, in that foreign police station, being interrogated and such tortuous things, sexual and depraved things done to her.She'd seemed all right when she came home. There had been trouble with the local authorites on our holiday abroad in the summer, and we'd been arrested by the police and accused of being spies.. It was ten a.m. before her mother roused her from her restless slumber, insisting she come and eat something. The last thing she really wanted was eat, but at this point she would do just about anything to shut her mother up and make her happy. She sat the table, staring blankly at her food and making swirling patters in her eggs with the end of her fork. There was a knock at the door but she didn’t even bother to lift her head to see who was there. ‘Hello Emmy.’ She froze where she sat. She.