“I will never do that. I am not like these other weak willed men and women that allow another to use them for their own pleasure, to do these unspea...able things that you want. I am no one’s slave and I never will be.” You sent me off with a look of disdain that only made me more determined to have you. And to show you that in submission, you are the one with the power. That it is the person who gives themselves fully to the other that is truly in charge. How to do this became an ever invasive. ‘I’m sorry Jack, I know it’s hard.’ ‘You have no idea… don’t patronise me. How the fucking hell could you, you get to go home to your wife tonight, you get to kiss your daughter goodnight. What do I get to do? Plan a goddamn double funeral… No. This isn’t happening. This isn’t the way it’s going to happen…’ Caleb looked over at me. He had a well of tears built up in his own eyes. ‘Jack, Margarets already started the funeral process, don’t worry about that.’ I’d turned to walk out the door, my. The first color I have seen today. And I agree to go with him.~~~We arrive at the edge of a treeline. He opens my door, helping me down from his truck."Trust me," he says. "Remove all your clothes, shoes, and socks. Leave everything in my truck."Something about his eyes and smile instills trust and I do as he says. After nervously fumbling with my clothes, struggling to balance as I remove my shoes, I feel lighter when I am finally naked. My breasts spread out, free from the restricting bra. My. There were hard parts, though."I feel bad," said Angela. "I want to be with you, but I don't want people to know, and that's not very nice of me." I get that," he said easily. "I know I ain't got nothin' to offer a woman. 'Specially one like you." That's not true," she said. "Any woman would be lucky to have you."He laughed."Don't you laugh, Dub Fisher!" she said, rolling over and poking him with a finger. It felt like she was trying to press her finger into a tree stump. "You're kind, and.