”“I’m never going to be able to paint you if you keep teasing me like this,” I complained.“Don’t worry, David,” Vanessa replied softly. ...“I meant it as a joke, but I think a little pressure relief is just what you need so that you can concentrate on your painting. Lay down and make yourself comfortable.”Obediently, I lay down on the sand. Vanessa knelt down beside me like a life-saver about to deliver the kiss of life. And indeed she did bend down and give me a long slow kiss. I lifted my right. A nagging concern had always tugged at me when I was over there before, that the situation wasn’t right. That I was taking advantage, and Hayley deserved a proper family, a proper home.A home like this.I’ve always picked out things I wanted, things that suited me. I took a lot of care and effort in my own house and it suited me, or so I thought.But I’d never been this comfortable or cosy.It was only that realisation that made me try to remember when the last time I’d actually been at home. "Puppy, that even means that you don't stand up and walk to your toy to retrieve it - right?"Your mind is reeling, he saw that - damn your in bigger trouble than you thought."Do you understand puppy?"You look up, and nod your head in agreement.Ok, go fetch your toy and he throws it a short distance away of which you bound away as best as you can dragging the heavy chain with you.Upon your return, you notice your master is holding a powerful vibrator of which you love. Dropping the toy at his. As the daughter of a conservative family, activities like adultery, let alone prostitution were the more degrading you could imagine.My wife wanted me to buy a big suburban house with a large kitchen (she loves cooking, and always complained about the kitchen in the appartment we owned before). Now for two years, every week guys visit our house to fuck her. Otherwise we cannot pay the mortgage rent.Was it really surprising that my wife eventually agreed to retire to the bedroom from time to.