But I wasn’t entirely disappointed. I could at least express my feelings for him, which I thought I could never do. And I could make him admit he ha... feelings for me too. My guesses were right. But I thought I should not force him into loving me.I went out of our cottage and started working in our field. The work had kept me occupied, but the events in the morning never left my mind. I struggled to keep my mind focused on the work I was doing. I stumbled over a few times, and I had to take a. .. I thought that I did. I thought that we were the victims of the hate, the persecution ... but it was because we were cruel to others, wasn’t it? The hate that we showed them came back to hurt us. But, last night ... I was hated. I was called all kinds of names. Cuckold. N ... well, I won’t repeat that word ... I’ve used it far too freely in the past. Fa ... well, there is another such word. They claimed that because I let my daughter be a ... lesbian, that it was a failure. That I had failed. I'll own you, biologically. And this." He grabbed my little flagpole, dwarfing it with his big thumb and forefinger. "This tiny little pecker, this useless little dinky will never enter a pussy again. Do you understand?" He roughly whacked my modest erection with his hand, and he quickly grabbed something from his night side table. "Yes Sir." I whispered, my voice croaking. He slapped me again."Say it!" He barked."You'll own me, and I'll never- I'll never fuck again." Stuart opened a small vile. ” I said.“Exactly, have a good one,” she said.I tried to focus on the show and tell. I took the new laptop with my wedding sample CD. It also included samples of the bridal portraits I had made. It was the full wedding package without the heavy books of my former show.We sat on the park bench while she ran through the samples. They proved good enough to land the contract. I had her sign the bank transfer sending her debit card payment to my bank account.I entered her wedding date and times as.