"Somehow I instinctively knew that for me to get the most out of what we were doing I had to remain a victim, the way I imagined it in my fantasies. A... that moment I wasn't much concerned about what he wanted or what excited him. But since that day I've learned that he prefers it that way, too. It turns him on that he has a young white girl that he's blackmailing and forcing to have sex with him and sometimes with his friends."I struggled to act like a reluctant little submissive, though at the. When we stops for dinner, maybe you can get some salt on 'em and wrap 'em up. If not then, do it tonight. You're through ax cutting for today. I'll start limbing and whacking up four-foot lengths, and you split 'em up like the pieces you tossed back yonder. You'll find some wedges and mauls over by that fire. Most of this wood splits pretty good."Matt had not noticed the fire before, but now saw several men standing near it leaning on axes and drinking from tin cups like the one he had used on. " So would I. See you soon. Night night!"I walked home happily. Sian was a nice girl. It would be good to see her again. If I'm honest, I'd also enjoyed a leisurely drink, taking my time with the beer.Whenever I went out with my housemates, Rhodri insisted that we were waiting outside the pub at six when it opened, and that one of us bought a round every fifteen minutes, and to me that was far too little time to drink a pint of over-cold, over-gassy beer.I'm an Englishman. I much prefer my beer. " He pecked her on the cheek and left.Marcy. Heather's elation at getting away with her husband was shattered at the sound of that name. For the rest of the day all she could imagine was Scott taking Marcy to Aruba, the slutty redhead wearing nothing but the most scandalous of swimwear over her tight young body.Her imaginings got worse and worse as the day went on. By late afternoon, she was picturing Scott fucking Marcy for the whole flight to Aruba, then banging her on the beach during the.