“I can try.”Her warm, comforting smile helped. “Good. Good, honey. That’s all you can do.”And as Hannah and I held each other, we agreed tha... first thing the next day, Claire and I would find some space and time alone to have a heart-to-heart talk. One which was probably long overdue, Things had moved on these last six weeks, and it had taken the closeness I’d seen earlier between Jason and Claire to jolt me out of my complacency to realize we needed to. Yadda yadda. Sex? On rare occasion.I could get over a lot of stuff, but that was the problem. This wasn't a lot of stuff. It was a whole shitload of stuff, all corresponding to a total lack of consideration and respect for me, my desires, my wishes, and me in general. A little of that? No problem. We can work through that. I talked to her about it, and she kept hen pecking me. Oh, and she wanted me to stop selling at flea markets.Some guys can take that. I can't. I don't sit around telling my. You’ll hear me yelling for you to stop them from fucking and fucking me then come over and either fuck me like the slut that I am or make me gag on your cock as you dump your cum down my throat or even better, do both.”“Are you sure you want me to treat you like trash, a slut wife who is pretending to be good for only two things, fucking and cock sucking?”“Yes, will you please? I know you’ll be putting on a show for the men, knowing the worse you treat me the more I know you love me.”“Jesus,. " Junior? If you insist. A Pommy? How did a Pommy get on board your boat?" He's Aide du Camp to one of the Admirals?" You have Royal Navy Admirals on board? How many? Where did they come from?" Four, Sir. I don't know. If you don't know I have to assume they're terrorists ... they showed up with a file of SAS troops and attacked our boat."SAS? Attacked your boat?" Frogmen, sir. I have eight of them shackled to the spare anchor chain. If they don't behave I'm dropping the anchor. The rest of.