I did not bother to answer but simply followed him out of the steam room.Before we ascended the stairs, he told me to wait for him before he made his ...way back to the change room. Upon returning, Griffin had a thick synthetic strap in his hand. It was the kind of strap one would use to wrap around a suitcase for additional reinforcement.After arriving upstairs in the large cubicle he selected, without bothering to close the door Griffin now ordered me to lie on the plastic mattress on my. After all I am your husband am I not?" Aye beloved!" She breathlessly gasp, it was a simple question yet one she had longed to answer. "You are that! That you are and more!" She stole a glance upward and finding only approval in his deep eyes, clasped the offered hand. His urge for her to stand bringing them together, their faces so close she could feel the sweetness of his breath."Yet I fear my lady." He whispered, eyes burning into hers. "You have done you new king a grave disservice!" Her. The dumb poodle skirt swished tooand fro over his thunder thighs with every roll of his giant hips. Theflouncy little scarf constantly tickled his grotesque wattle. And histits...ugh. They bounced up and down with every move, always feeling asthough they were going to win free of his blouse and sink all the way tothe floor until the bra tensed against the weight, catching them at thelast minute.All in all, it made his performance was abysmal.Yet no one seemed to mind. The customers were not. I pulled on my own white shorts and a tee, then white ankle socks and my gym shoes. A dash of lipstick, then I went to the kitchen. Mom was there with dad. They both looked at me, neither of them smiled, but then, they didn't frown either. "You look very nice this morning." His voice sounded like a truck on a bad gravel road, making me scared again. Then he smiled at me. "I thought about this a lot last night. When I saw you for the first time yesterday, everything I expected to see was wrong..