Having Patrice had been a miracle and she doted on their daughter. Petros tried to be a good father, but he didn’t have the patience, he was always ...away on business. Trying to make the best of a bad situation for her daughter, Ida didn’t ask too many questions. Her husband would come home, reeking of alcohol and likely one too many cheap whores, demand sex, which was never passionate or romantic, fuck her for around 10 minutes and was out like a light. In a way, she should have been happy the. Sadly, it had become her job to shield some of the players from this scenario, some on more than one occasion."Absolutely not," Brock said firmly. Lu nodded but slid another folder across. The paper was the same, pink with roses around the border."Brock," (this one read)_"I know our time together meant as much to you as it did to me. I saw it in your eyes. I know your heart."You and I are meant to be together – forever. Please, Brock, please call me. I know you have my number. I need to be with. Jack didn’t know what to do, but then he felt Rachel’s hand also push his face down to the seat. He had no option but to obey these girls. He slowly licked the toilet seat clean, his sperm feeling absolutely repulsive in his mouth.“Wow, would you look at that? He’s actually enjoying it!”“Oh yeah, eat it up dog! Eat up your slimy mess!”Once he was done, the girls released the pressure on his head, but Jack remained in a kneeling position, feeling defeated, degraded.Rachel pulled his head back. She was ready to call it and end this game for good. The finality of forever flooded through her thoughts when he quietly removed her wrist restraints from the bedside drawer. The familiarity of the soft leather kept the decisive word from leaving her. He bound her wrists together and moved them over her head to fasten them firmly to the bed. She would not pull away from them without her safe word. The unique combination of faith and submission was intoxicatingly close, but she still fought it.