“I want you. I want you because you’re cerebral and you’re manly and you’re my husband with everything that means...”I stopped talking becau...e my tongue was playing with his. That’s a good sign. The next good sign is pulling the covers down on the bed, leaving us with a playing field of clean white cotton.Okay, what I did to Jay is probably a bit of compensation for the previous stressful situation. I know that his first one, he’s kind of short on control. No, it’s not a problem. The guy’s an. “What would that be, sugar plum?” Julian used one of many pet names for his first ever slut-slave, a woman whose utter thralldom to him had set things in motion.“I need that cock of yours up my ass, pretty please! You know that I’m hooked on sodomy, especially with you, and I also want my cunt fucked good, so I can have your baby! Face it, Master, you’re stuck with me. You broke me, you bought me!” Sandy teased the man who really did own every part of her, just as he owned Celeste, her lesbian. She had slipped the robe off but continued lying on it ready to grab it and cover herself if she felt the need, but slowly she relaxed, closed her eyes and began drifting off to sleep."What?" Ted's voice had brought her awake."I said I think I'll go for a beer, I'm bloody gasping."Sandra knew what one beer meant and over the years she had grown resigned to it. But this was a foreign country where strangers surrounded them, strangers like themselves who were on holiday to enjoy themselves. She. ‘Next year, in the fall…’ ‘Leonard, has it all been arranged?’ ‘Yes, Henriette, it has. I’ve been managing everything so far, through my solicitor, but I’ve been thinking of hiring Eugene Stanley on…’ Henriette gave me a warning look. ‘He’s quite an accomplished gentleman, he has a lot of experience in publicity and such matters.’ Before Henriette could say anything, William came in with a bowl of chilled fruit. ‘Ah, more fine cuisine…’ Henriette smiled sardonically, refusing the first offer. I.