I could not help but draw a contrast to the lovely woman I had married. This Inez easily weighed thirty pounds more than her current timeline counterp...rt, perhaps more. The funny thing was, there was an aura about her that supported the notion that she was indeed the woman I loved, despite her appearance. My heart ached seeing her this way, as I recalled the horrid life she had lived in this timeline.I then heard another voice, as a large silver-haired woman in a nurse's uniform approached us.. "I kissed her again and allowed her to push my hand against her breast, but when she started to sniffle through our kiss, I just pulled her to me and held her. We sank to the floor and I rocked her against me while she cried."I'm not a good substitute, sweetie," I whispered. "I don't want to be. But I'll be your friend. I'll hold you and let you cry. I'll even go talk to him if you want me to." Thank you. Don't talk to him. But please come over this week and hold me again. I miss that more than. Back in the bedroom, Kristen was still asleep. I thought that she made such a fetching image there, and considered, but finally rejected, the idea of getting her Polaroid camera and snapping a few candid shots. Who would I show them to? If Kristen was serious about this master/slave thing, I could do this as often as I wanted. I briefly thought of taking a picture just to threaten her with showing it to somebody, but that thought was easily rejected. Since the two of us became lovers, I never. For some time she had carried out a clandestine affair with her young masseur, Cleta. She now openly flaunted this relationship, using this boy as her personal slave. It was only because her husband still loved her so that he put up with this. Roman law very much favoured the husband, but passionate love made a fool of the law.As Cleta poured her wine Valeria openly fondled his thigh. Though she treated him like the slave he was, the boy didn’t care. He loved her with a passion and couldn’t.