He didn’t really deserve it, I know that, but I couldn’t have stopped myself if I had wanted to, and I didn’t want to, not at that second.”Mom... was quiet again, and she had that face she makes when she is thinking hard. Her brow was furrowed, one corner of her mouth cocked upward like she was chewing in the inside of her cheek and her eyes were not focused on anything in particular.“Do you feel like you have a medical issue? I mean, should we have a doctor, or a specialist look at ... things?”. The things he made me do, the way he made me feel.So slutty, so whorish. I would and did do anything for him, he needed only command me. He was my everything and I gave him all I had in return.Aside from the sex, which was incredible, his domination, the degrading, humiliation and the things he said and did to me only increased my need for him, my need to serve him, to please him, to be all he wanted me to be.God, I missed that. I missed belonging to someone. I missed being needed by someone. I. Eventually, tired of interfering cloth, Alex stepped back and released the fasten in her towel and dropped it to the floor.Andy gaped at her still-wet body, glistening in the candlelight. She seemed infinitesimally more sexy now than she had when her towel had fallen by accident minutes earlier. She bit her lower lip, chest pushed out, and put her hands on her waist. The summons was there: he unfastened his bedsheet-robe and let it fall off him as he put his hands out and then against the wall.. It was already past six, and I was preparing dinner as usual, my son Peter was sleeping over at his friends house, while my husband was working late again and my son Brian was out with his friends. Not even did the clock strike seven that I heard a bang coming from the door, I went toward the door to see my son Brian angry and slamming the door again, before I even was able to ask him what was going on he ran up to his room. I followed him upstairs and knocked on his door asking him what had.