‘But, let’s lay some ground rules first.’ The whole time he asked her questions about her fantasy, and her boundaries, Jaz felt her ears burnin...g. They talked about his rules, and a safe word, and her pleasure. When they came to an agreement, Emmett tugged her along in the direction of his room, holding her hand the whole time. Is this really happening? Being tied up to the bed, and submitting to her lover’s control had always just been a fantasy. Now, here she was, giving up all control of. She looked at Falina, and Julia, and admired their swiftly filling forms, and hoped that she, too, would be sporting a baby bump in the near future. Even Chloe was showing the signs of having a baby. She, was probably expecting, too. She had heard the story about the night she had found out that she wanted to marry Vince. She had wept from hearing it. It was like something out of a story book. She had taken Chloe in her arms and hugged and kissed her, sobbing her pleasure at being told how it. Lovely girl! Fucking Roasburie bitches!On Friday at home after work, I wrote the letter to Geoff Roasburie outlining the whole saga of infidelity and lack of communication. I enclosed photo’s of Penny with Martin Greaves, the loving couple, one of them walking with arms round each other, and the other of them on the park bench with hands on each other’s genitals, sealed the envelope and posted it. Perhaps this would finally put an end to my pointless association with the delinquent. Red gave me directions along the way, taking us through Atlanta, then west towards Talladega. We made good time until we got about fifteen miles from the track and then traffic started building. When we were five miles away, it was bumper-to-bumper, and those last five miles took nearly thirty minutes. We finally pulled into the track parking lot about 9:30am. We put the T-tops back on the car, locked it up, grabbed my bottle of bourbon and put it in Stephie’s bag, and headed for the.