I have to let you go so you can do what you need to... whatever makes you happy."A single tear welled up in Ifeoma's eye. "What if what makes me happy...is you?" she asked in barely more than a whisper."I don't know," I replied, "but I know it's up to you now. I'm letting you go. I have to. But before I do, I just have to say one more thing. Don't ever settle, Ifeoma. Don't ever compromise anything that makes you who you are. Because who you are is an incredible person. And I don't ever want to. " Anthony couldn't stop the feelings rising up inside himself and he suddenly grabbed Isabelle's arm. "Come with me, little girl", he said firmly, using a tone he hadn't had to use on Jenna for years."Are you going to punish me, daddy", Isabelle teased, not resisting as Anthony pulled her through the crowded room. "Yes, I am", he said, spotting a restroom close to the doors of the dining area. He pulled Isabelle inside, thankful that there was a bolt lock, which he secured tightly; he pushed. He slipped a finger into her pussy. It was as wet as he remembered those long years ago.Swirling his fingers inside her brought another moan, low and throaty. When he pinched the tiny pearl at the top of her cunt, she arched her body skyward. She offered herself to him, wet and hot with pent-up desire.He knelt between her legs and looked down at his cock in wonder. He had always been considered large, but now his cock was huge. The head was red and dripping pre-come. The veins stood out in. I had to beef them up so I had something more significant to confess to him. I finally was thinking them up on my own, but I’d search the Internet during the day looking for stories or films or ideas I could tell him about when he came home and would dominate me again.”“Were you a submissive?”“We never used that vocabulary, but in many ways I was. I only existed to serve Miles.”“So, after five years you pulled the plug?”“Not quite. After we’d been married a little over a year, he had really.