He felt the burning sensation of the mark on his face where Olga had punched him into unconsciousness upon finishing her urination. He must have been...out for just a few moments because she was still shaking her hand when his eyes reopened. “Przygotować ponieważ strapienie, złodziej.” Olga muttered to herself as she donned the studded leather vest her auntie gave her as a sweet-sixteen birthday gift. The menacing “shiiiirk” her knife made as she unsheathed it caused him to wet himself again. . The other was that it helped buffer the miasma of emotion that threatened to overwhelm me. I was a relatively weak Empath, meaning I could feel what others were feeling, but only if they were feeling it very strongly. With a field full of mourning people, I needed all the help I could get.Finally making it through the crowd, we found ourselves facing a raised stone platform, the mounds of the dead resting on it. Around the perimeter of the crowd were four people in chairs; the only ones not. "I signed it. Leesha wasn't even there."Chet looked directly at Sally. "There ya go pretty lady." He pointed in my direction. "You're all his, legally." He clasped his hands in triumph. "Next problem?"Sally smiled wide, and moved to the edge of her seat. "Just like that? I don't have to go with Leesha to France?" It was the first time I'd ever heard her use Leesha's name without putting "Aunt" in front of it."Not if you don't want to, and if this thing goes to court, you'll be eighteen, and. I told him I didn't know and would probably never find out because I loved him and never wanted to cheat on him.But my husband would keep talking about watching me with another guy, (one with a giant black cock) as we made love. He kept telling me that I should wear short skirts, all the time and that he loved watching other men staring at my body. I did wear them most of the time anyway, so I was happy to comply with his wish. One night, when we went out to dinner, I laughed at my husband.