" Okay, I get the picture. I just don't see how..." Deep down, Catherine, you WANT someone to control, to dominate you." That's silly." Is it? Ask you...rself -- have you ever wanted your husband, just once in a while, to get rough with you, maybe even slap you around a bit. Oh, I don't mean beat you and really hurt you, but maybe tie you up, tell you you're a whore and then fuck your brains out?" Of course not," was her reply while realizing that she had indeed fantasized those very things -- and. "Pat just sat quietly during John's tirade. "Yes, John. Irene and I have talked - in fact we've talked quite a bit. When we left your apartment she drove me home, came in and we talked for quite awhile. WAIT...", she exclaimed when John suddenly rose and strode to the door. He grabbed the knob, but it appeared that the door was securely locked. He turned to Pat, anger evident in his eyes."It's locked and the key is here," and Pat put her hand on her breast. "I don't think that you'll try to get. Got that?"He nodded. Andi felt the doubt creep on to her face, and her mindscreamed to get the hell up and get out of there - but what recourse wasthere really. As terrifying and weird as this was, she was committednow, so she remained there - with her see through burlesque styled Lycratop hanging down - those breasts she now had HAD to be D's at least.His hands found their way to her, and began to caress her gently, as shetoo leaned toward his face, smelling - for the first time - the room. I want you.” Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard. “What are you saying?” He took her hand and pressed it to the bulge in his pants. “I mean I want you,” he said. Ellie gasped but she didn’t pull away. “But I would never do anything you didn’t want me to,” he added, stroking her cheek. “I don’t know,” she said, trembling. “I’ve never… I’m still a… I haven’t ‒ ” “Let me make you a woman tonight.” Rob had no idea where all this was coming from, only that if he was going to hell, he might as.