At times I was repulsed by her near-servant status, but I recognized over time that my parent’s relationship was much stronger and more intimate tha... the relationships of my friend’s parents. We were conservative people with conservative values and who was I to question what worked. And so, when I married my husband, Jake, I followed my mother’s lead. I did everything for him, I gave him my heart and mind, and yielded my body before his whether he asked for it or not. In the bedroom, I let. He was usually so quiet and relaxed. Just when I thought he had come to his senses he grabbed my shorts and pulled them to the side. He then shoved one of his fingers into my pussy and started to work it in and out. I gasped and clung to the bed trying my best not to slide right onto the floor in ecstasy. He kept working my pussy like pro and I was ready to explode. Out of nowhere he stopped and yanked my shorts off. When nothing happened for a few seconds I stood up only to have his push me. After the formal photos I got him to take photos of Anne in different period costumes making sure they all showed plenty of cleavage, those photographs took about an hour and a half. We then had a complimentary glass of champagne or two while we discussed what next, agreeing on a series of photos of Anne in various items of underwear. Danny set up the cameras while Anne took out a selection of her underwear out of her bag, then she asked which we preferred once decided the photos started being. Uncle Craig asked for a few more copies as well, and he got those.When I was done with that, it was my turn at Uncle Craig's end of the table. They had papers ready for me to sign; I was getting used to how much paperwork was involved with what I thought were the simplest things, like getting out of the hospital, getting Jenny permission to stay with us. This was even more tedious than the latter, not to mention there was no Eleanor Johannsen to distract my attention, either.Still, a little.