She wriggled to indicate she wanted me to free her arms. I released her and she shrugged off the blanket in the dark. I couldn't really see anything d...ue to the blackout curtains.She put her hands gently on my cheeks and guided my mouth to hers and we kissed softly for a few minutes. She was really into it. I put my arms around her hips. Normally I would have grabbed a girl’s butt cheeks and massaged them, but that didn't seem right for Marti.She wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned. Kill for him? No problem. Die for him? Of course. He was her life, her god, her master.Suddenly with this epiphany a great weight was suddenly lifted from her shoulders. Since she belonged to him he was now responsible for her; he would take care of her. He made the decisions and she just needed to do what he told her. It was amazing how realizing you're a slave -- although she didn't really think of herself in those terms -- made you free!She didn't need to be in charge now; the only pressure. Her budding breasts bouncing in my face. I couldnt stand it! Oh God! she moaned. She lay on top of me amid orgasm, her vaginal muscles twitching impulsively. It was the best feeling in the world. I had to pull out to avoid coming. She was writhing uncontrollably in my arms. Her body was in a full state of spasms. She was breathing short, emitting whimpers of pleasure. Once she finally calmed down, I set her down on her back and positioned myself in front of her once more. This time, I entered. Sitting at his kitchen table, he writes her a love letter. At seven o’clock he goes next door for his usual Wednesday evening game of chess with Stone Phelps. They are sitting at a coffee table in the den playing their second game. Next to them on the table there are two glasses and two empty plates with the remains of cherry pie on them. The glass next to Stone is empty, the one next to Edgar still has some milk in it. Stone’s wife Darlene is in the kitchen. Their two daughters, Alexandria and.