“Nikki I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you. I know that bastard raped you. I know now none of this was your fault. I got to kill that bastard las... night I hope you will rest in peace now.” With tears streaming down my face I leave. I'll always love Nikki, not Nikki the dancer, but Nikki my wife.The next day I put in to go back overseas. I send my old boss an e-mail and he arranges that I again get assigned to him. Because I have been there I don't need to re-accomplish the special training. Now also in pain he rolled over and saw what looked like the coffee table and the couch above him. He could see again, he twisted about as he tried to find the angry dog but saw no sign of it despite the loud barking right in his ears."What the hell is the meaning of this?" shouted Douglas running into the room.Cale turned and had to look up to see his very angry father charging him with a broom. Cale yelled for his father to hold up and help this however seemed to have an opposite effect.. As it was… well, what was done was done. She could always wrap her cape around her torso. She’d worked to hard to make her outfit authentic to back out now and after one or two drinks, maybe she would stop worrying about it so much.She hurried out to her car in the short drive, and slipped in, noting how the breeze played havoc, not only with her cape, but her skirt. She’d left her purse behind, only taking her wallet and phone in one hand and her keys in the other. Another mistake, seeing as. But when Margo wanted to be welcomed back from the office by "Gill" in a maids uniform it seemed a bit extreme to Guy; at first.Margo though used a stick and carrot approach for Guy's gradual conversion. She found that with her subtle use of the cock-ring during sex sessions she could bend "Gill" to her ways of behaviour.And when Gill became "difficult" over new ways such as wearing pretty shoes or lacy panties, he usually suffered for it.But eventually a day came when Margo got in from the.