I was to see her as a catalyst, an enabler, rather than as a sexual partner.I trusted her. After all, she had more to lose career-wise than I in the e...ent of any scandal. Also, she impressed me with her openness, candidness and communication skills. She was never prescriptive, allowing me to make my own judgments, with a very gentle guiding hand. We arranged to meet again at her Sydney apartment one near Friday evening, for an hour or so.So began my "obedience training". This took place over a. . I dropped her off at the hotel and our friend was very pleased with what he saw in my wife and i waited in the car as they walked into the hotel room.I drove around the block and quickly drove back to the hotel and made my way up to the window of the room they were in... My heart pounded with anticipation of finally getting to see my wife get fucked by another guy. Just as he said he would he left the curtain cracked and i sneaked over and peeked inside. The guy had his back to me sitting on. I know now that ten years old is kind of early for girls to start entering puberty. I remember that one night we were in the tub and I noticed that she was getting bumps on her chest. "What's that?" I asked her, poking one of her tiny mounds."That's a boob, dummy," she said, pushing my hand away."Huh-uh," I replied. "Boobs are bigger, like Mom's." Mine will get bigger, too," she said confidently. She reached her feet in between my legs and gripped my tiny penis between them. "Just like that. I sat her down in front of me to get rid of what appeared to be several years' worth of tangles. She fell asleep again while leaning back against me. When the dryer finished I carried both her and the laundry back to the ship where I laid her out on my big bunk in the forepeak. She looked so vulnerable lying there that it like to broke my heart. I put on a T-shirt and shorts, then lay down beside her and pulled up the covers. I fell asleep with my arm sheltering my tiny little charge.I woke.