Well... maybe something like 'The Love Of Souls', by the Belgian painter Jean Delville. Here, I think I have a picture of it in this book." She went t... a shelf and pulled down a thick book that was full of pictures produced by well known artists over the centuries. She thumbed through it until she found what she was looking for."Kind of like this one, though I might pose you a little differently. These people are standing, and I'm thinking of a couple reclining."Megan peered at the page. "But. “Hey Boss.” Bull said smiling “I got a pretty little friend of mine who came here to see you.”Fingers smiled at me and said “Do you got a name Princess?”“Jade” I replied, smiling at him and folding my hands together in front of me. “Nice.” he said as he ran his eyes over my body, barely contained in the cocktail dress. Fingers got up from his desk and walked over and circled me, his eyes never leaving my body. He made a wolf whistle and said “Very nice. You can go Bull.” “Sure Boss.” Bull said. I didn't feel comfortable with any of these. It would be hard enough just to lose her. Even if she still loved and wanted me, I knew I couldn't live with her if she was cheating on me. To see photos or to hear her telling some other man how much she loved him would stay a stone in my heart forever.Finally I just decided to sit down and talk to her. We had always been able to work through our problems. I didn't think she would lie to me right to my face. Damn.Before I had the talk though, I. And by accepting the fact that Jim was going to let Curtis fuck me, I was actually validating the fact that I belonged to Jim, I was his to give; I belonged to Jim body and soul. And I would comply with anything my husband wanted of me. I was his to give away. I occasionally read about cuckold couples, where the husband is aroused by the wife humiliating him in some manner. Our relationship could not be further from that situation. I love, and I adore Jim. And he loves and adores me. And when I.