We also have a nice sex life. We party a lot, travel a lot and have sex a lot.Sakshi is also dominant in bed and the house, and I like to be submissi...e. Sometimes, she becomes submissive for a change, depending on her mood.Coming back to the story, after a year of our marriage, Sakshi started to be more dominant. She started to control me in every sense. As a result, I started to lose contact with family, relatives and friends. I was happy as I had money to spend on a lavish lifestyle, plus. The only activity was a garbage truckmoaning away as it bullied the garbage cans into order down a sidealley. Apart from us, only one other van stood in the street and thatwas obviously Molly's for it was parked right outside her boutique. Aswe pulled in behind it, she appeared in the doorway and peeredcautiously up and down the sidewalk before collecting some more stufffrom her van. Her fears were unfounded. Even the muggers and robbershad forsaken the deserted Sunday morning city for richer. Slowly, the bones of a proposition began to form in my mind. My thoughts turned to Brankston Tusker, Harwell's unfortunate brother. He was, I recalled, an experienced and capable engineer. As such, he was a member of a profession whose practitioners had both the means and the need to take advantage of my services. Perhaps, I thought, rather than an individual commission, I could convince the Institute of Practicing Engineers that a speculative investment on behalf of their members would be of. Vikkor wanted her for more intimate purposes. After getting what she initially wanted, Vikkor decided to keep Mandy, but my adopted sister fought her. Mandy tried repeatedly to escape, but Vikkor made that more and more difficult. She hadn't added more security or changed any locks. No, Vikkor was more insidious than that. Mandy was altered one detail at a time to resemble a cat. By the time I rescued her, she had rotatable ears on top of her head, pointed teeth, a rough tongue, fur lining most.