I struggled weakly as he slipped my hands through the nooses and cinched them tight around my wrists. We discovered long ago how truly difficult it is...for a man to immobilise a determined woman’s hands without hurting her. Kevin can do it (by sitting on one arm while he ties the other), but it’s so hard when I’m fighting that he’s almost too exhausted to fuck me properly afterwards, so I wisely opt for token struggling and proper fucking rather than the other way around. The same principal. Hajin was a formidable man, his calculating eyes taking in every detail, so it didn't surprise me when he asked about the training squad and the new quarter staffs as we walked our animals side by side down the dirt road. Our conversation touched on all their training, the raid on the slaver camp, and the ambush of the second raiders in the meadow. I didn't hold anything back about the methods used to toughen up the recruits or how they had fared in the limited combat the marines experienced.. He never understood the benefit of having a beautiful wife with brains and beauty, and let’s face it, the tits and ass of a 20-year-old, if they couldn’t break the monotony- and headboard- every now and then. He was bored, and thought this would be a great way to add a little spice to their everyday lives. Why did he ever think that inviting her out on a Wednesday, a “school night,” and to somewhere she might actually have a good time, would ever fly? “Again, I already bought tickets.” “Ray, I. It wasn't fair! A father shouldn't have such an irresistible beauty for a daughter. How could he hope to fight these feelings when she was just so damn gorgeous?"Your heart's pounding," Brit commented."I suppose it is," he replied."Why?"He sighed. "Because I'm scared." Why are you scared, Daddy?" Because I don't know what to do. I know what we just did is wrong. I know we should never do it again; we shouldn't have done it in the first place. But I'm scared that I'm not strong enough." I don't.