About 2 mins into my walk I hear the voice of one of my least favorite people "hey little guy are you not gonna say hello to your favorite and most at...ractive friend??" Bleck it's abbie. She and her younger sister have a camper a few doors down. She is always hassling me it gets old pretty quick. Abbie is 22 about 6'4, dirty blonde hair, tan and lean with a six pack. She has to keep in shape for volleyball I hear she has a full scholarship and is dominating at her school. Her sister jane is the. She had looked at me as if to say: 'You look a likely lass.' In fact, it had been so long since I'd had a fuck that I was not so much likely as a racing certainty. Anyway, as I passed the bank doorway, the blonde suddenly grabbed my wrists and another, bigger, more formidable woman helped her bundle me down an alley. It was all done with such little fuss that, if performed in the library, it would have barely caused Mr Montague, our most regular patron, to stir from his afternoon nap. My God, I. Your the only person I love and want to be with." "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this but you obviously don't know what shut up means. And that line of bullshit that you just said really proves that I need to do this." she walked over to my dresser where she had nicely folded her clothes from the day and pulled out her panties. You could tell that these white granny panties were soiled in sweat from all the work we did moving in my things. She bundled them up in a ball and grabbed a roll. I have a responsible job of my own." She caught my look of disapproval. It was hard to see how she could hope to combine that and her husband's ambition. "But if that is an obstacle to my husband's opportunities for success then I will willingly forego it. I am here because I wish to be as my husband needs me to be. We both believe that your methods can help me to achieve that. I wish to be the dutiful, respectful and hospitable wife. I wish to be, as you say, 'trained' to support my husband.".