Like, I'd have to feed her to keep her alive so why shouldn't she pay for it? I left the house, her sanctuary, with her trussed up in my van th... same way I'd gained entry. By the back hidden door. I was the back-door rapist and that had been mentioned in news coverage of my earlier exploits. Not the rapist nor killer parts, it was just, 'signs of a struggle and entry gained through a rear door'. That kind of general stuff. They were 'missing women', as went. ’ Jason said fondly. ‘My lord. Your grace. ‘ A very robust woman with blond hair approached them. Her neck dripped with jewels, generous gifts from her doting husband. Jason bent to kiss his hostess’s hand. ‘Lady Carmichael. You look wonderful this evening. If I knew your husband wouldn’t be glaring daggers at me, I would tell you exactly how wonderful you look.’ The older women laughed behind her open fan, then closed it and swat it on Jason’s arms playfully. ‘You rascal.’ Then she came. I felt like such a nympho, needing her and having her taking me for the second time, and I had not treated her once. I was sitting at the edge of the tub, running my fingers through her hair, my entire body was tingling. She then took one finger and slid it in to my ass. God, it felt so good. After a few strokes, she added a second. I was panting, moaning, lightheaded and so turned on. The path this time to my pussy was faster, but still just as wonderful. I gently held her head in my hands,. In HIS WAY. But was HIS WAY the way it should be in amarriage. Had I wasted sixteen years of my life not being with a REALMAN, who would love me in the way a REAL MAN would? Why hadn't he beenhonest with me? And I could have made my choice of what I wanted to dowith my life. Part of me felt I had been robbed of sixteen years of mylife, living a lie. I could have made my life with a REAL MAN. It wouldseem that I had never, ever, experienced sexual intercourse with a REALMAN. What would that be.