He had never felt this way about a woman before. Maybe he had gone about it all the wrong way, he now wasn't so sure. But she was his possession now, ...or the time being, lying there, his for the taking.His eyes scrutinized her every inch. He looked at all her tattoos; he loved them. They looked so right on her. He bent down and kissed each one. She was so beautiful he thought. So small, almost fragile. He wanted to protect her from the world. He wanted to own her.He pulled up her nightgown and. “Do you want me to leave my legs uncrossed?” she asked nervously.“Would you? I definitely want you to!”“Will he be able to see if he sits over there?”“Yeah… with your legs straight like that…”I watched while she settled fixing her dress. She smoothed it beneath herself and tugged it down but still her panties were easily viewed with the seat of the sofa being so low. Two men walked towards us. They were passing behind the sofa opposite to where she was sitting and I placed our glasses on the. He said I get off in two hours , at ten. My wife handed him her cell number and said call me when you are in the parking lot. She paid for the shoes and we left. She told me what they had talked about. I asked if she was going to fuck him. She said she was horny....what are we going to do for two hours I asked. She said we are going to ride down Peachtree to a sex shop I know of. I said how do you know of a sex shop way down here. She told me that have glory holes there and sometimes she likes. “Not yet,” I say. “Have patience.”Mark nods, and then he’s gone, leaving behind a generous helping of seed in the tumbler.I rinse out the tumbler and place it in the dishwasher feeling a bit faint. What have I said? “Not Yet. Have patience.” It almost amounts to a promise, doesn’t it? A promise of what? That I will let Mark touch me at some point?I tell myself I can always bring an end to this game if I want to. Mark can’t possibly expect me to deliver on a half-hearted remark. I have a.