I mean, that sounds like it would attract perverts," Ashley mock complained."Then we simply must go to one," I said. "After all, I'm a pervert."Lenore...giggled. "He got you there," she said as she patted Ashley on the head.Ashley pouted as we entered the subway station. "No fair. You are supposed to support me." Next time," Lenore said. She looked pensive."Mark," Lenore said as she put a hand on my shoulder. "During the first leg of our flight here Ashley and I talked." I knew my ears were. The door opened. It was Captain Issengard, her Icelandic Captain."Lunch time," he said.Elaine Griffin looked at Captain Issengard. He and his Icelandic crew were grateful to Elaine for giving them jobs in the NHS. He was nearly 7 foot; Blond hair, blue eyes, ruddy pink complexion, muscular, high cheekbones, face partly chiselled, bearded and looked tough."Captain Issengard. Come in and close the door. I want to talk to you," Elaine smiled.Captain Issengard walked in and closed the door behind. A phone call, some long time ago, had made them pause for some time, perhaps a few hours, but then they started again, laughing and telling her, she was worth something for them after all. Then, finally, they had left her alone in her agony, tied face down on the camp bed, a dildo still stuck into her anus as final humiliation.Suddenly, a burst of light seared her eyeballs; intense, white light that stunned her, accompanied by what sounded like a thunderclap. Blinded and deafened, she began to. Our sex life, which was great in the beginning, slowly dwindled to a hand job on Sunday mornings before getting out of bed. I had attempted to bring romance back into our relationship many times, only to be chastised for my efforts. If I ever tried to have any sexual contact, especially after one of her nights out with the girls, she would find a way to avoid me until she took her bath and was ready for bed. Then she would complain about how tired she was and only wanted to go to bed, to.