. to him. It's not like we want to be married so much as we want to be owned."I frowned. "Does this have something to do with what she did last night?..."Bridgette nodded. "Everything, I think. When we find that person we think is worthy, we offer ourselves, without reservation. It's not considered normal, nowadays, but I think it once was, way back. It's not like having a girlfriend -- or even a wife. It's more like what you hear the rules are for a concubine -- except we enter into it. ’ I turned back to Kaden. ‘Telling me won’t give you better results. I’m a woman not a dog.’ I was starting to get irritated, but I took a deep breath reminding myself that communication was key when it came to avoiding misunderstandings. In other words, I needed a better reason to get angry and explode. I gave a strained laugh and said, ‘I think before we get into a misunderstanding I should ask if you’re serious about going out with me.’ He frowned at that. I could easily see that he was. We were both in relationships then, but that didn't seem to matter. The first night we went for dinner and drinks, and ended up in my hotel room. She was an incredible lover, like none I'd ever had! The passion with which she pursued pleasure was like a magnesium fire, and her inhibitions, like my own, seemed non-existent. Of course, her body was exquisite. She had sexy hands, with long fingers that always seemed to seek to touch me. She had large, firm breasts with big, soft nipples that. He seemed his usual gentle, caring self, his only anxiety being my failure to eat. Before the meal was completed, he suggested we should go home, as I seemed unwell. Trying to delay the journey home and what might follow, I said I was really quite well, but not hungry, and urged him to complete the meal. To make matters worse, seemingly unbidden my nipples began to harden, and there was an uncomfortable wetness between my legs. I was lubricating copiously and the panties I was wearing were that.