He told me about the pictures he'd seen and just thought I was "easy".I confronted Dave about allowing the guys to see my pics (without telling him ab...ut the flirting) and he told me the first time was an accident. He said he mistakenly left them on his dresser and his roommate saw them.Carson told Dave what a fox he thought I was and loved seeing my hard nipples exposed through a sheer blouse. After that, Dave said he would leave a pic under a magazine in the living room to see if any of the. Finally, fumbling here and there he reached the door. Then Her ironic voice once more:"Except if you feel you need a little cleaning and tiding first, all these clothes hanging over you, for that long..." and She started walking slowly towards the inner of the house, Her high heels making a commanding sound. She wanted him to follow.She knew better. He could not resist anymore to Her wills.This hope of freedom She used to give him from time to time, was the exact same chain that bound him. Yes, she was bi-sexual and hot, but she used people as disposal sex toys and had no interest in any ongoing relationship.Maybe she had fallen back in love with her husband? Again, he dismissed this thought quickly. All during their tryst she had constantly moaned, "Please touch me there,” or, "gawd I needed this," and quite often, "Oh... Oh... Ooo Shit, I never thought this could be so fucking good." The look that night, when she slipped back on her wedding ring had not been one of happy. Brandon insisted I walk slowly. ?Take your time,? he’d say. ?This isn’t a race.?By the time we had reached the barn I was completely absorbed by the role I was playing. I felt like I was more than a horse but less than human. My mind had accepted the role of slave. I loved Brandon so much that I’d do anything to please him. I began to understand what he had been saying, that this was so much more important than I had thought. I had to trust him. I was helpless. I couldn’t do anything without.