And he can’t for obvious reasons. I’m STILL trying to figure out what it is that I’ve done to make it so you don’t trust me. Or have you NEVER... trusted me? Is that it? From day one you have never trusted me? You trusted Al and did what he said? And THAT’s why you’re with me? Is that it? And now that the brass ring is there for you to grasp, I’m no longer useful to you?”More silence followed and I was reasonably sure I’d hit on the core issue. I’d been the trophy husband. The prop. The support to. I resumed licking his boots.He lifted my chin with his boot and I saw him positioning the small camera so it pointed down at me.He typed and chuckled as he read the reply.I had looked quickly around his room. A shoe box and a couple of plastic bags were on his king size bed. As I licked away I saw the bars of a large dog cage at the side of his bed.My cage.“Your first treat bitch” said Daddy, “I have worn the same socks and underwear for a few days and haven’t washed too thoroughly for you.” He. I accepted his apology and sent him back to work with a good kick in the ass. "Fine!", I said. Mom discreetly showed up in the corridor and smiled. We both restrained ourselves from laughing out loud in front of the slaves but it was very funny nonetheless. I discreetly showed her vincent's marks appearing on his back and she smiled at me. She gave me a little bump on the shoulder and kissed my forehead.dad had seen what happened and I think, from the look on his face, that he was also proud of. "I took the liberty of consulting Mr Dunhill of Piccadilly. His firm imports my cheroots, and he is an acknowledged expert on all things pertaining to tobacco." Krish read from the paper. "The snuff box was made in 1788, by Garrard's of London, considered to be the finest silversmith in the country." Then it belonged to an Englishman?" Probably not. I contacted the firm, and their records show that this box was one of a batch dispatched to Italy in 1789, ordered by a merchant of Venice..