"We are convinced that he won't be able to resist bringing you into his fold, and keeping you nearby."We talked about timing, support, exit strategies..., and intelligence collection. Using a special iPad they had ready for me, all I had to do was type anything into the Google bar, and it would copy straight into our support post, and they could organize whatever we needed. "That goes for pizza if you want to stay in out of the weather, to a full scale SWAT assault to get you out. Whatever. I've tried to get my wife to let me send her photo in to one of the sites, but I have a better chance of winning the lottery. My wife just shakes her head in disgust when I park myself in front of the monitor and start drooling, but I have noticed that she never chases me away when I go looking for her with my brand new 'woody' courtesy of some sexy housewife or girl friend of a contributor to one of the sites. Like I said, the net sure has changed a lot of lives, but I never expected it to. I mean a horse be ... dangerous?”“Betts needs something bigger than she is. I’ll get some materials next weekend and build a little barn. I don’t have anything left in our fields but hay. All the cash crops are on Dad’s land. I’ll find a gentle horse and teach her to ride and care for him. Look at all her books and toys. Books about horses. Pictures of horses. A stuffed horse, for Pete’s sake.”“That’s a unicorn.”“Whatever. All she sees are four legs and a mane. It will keep her out of the house. The instructions were clearand as the hour grew closer she started to prepare herself, conscious of a desire toplease and seek approval. Already her heartbeat was accelerating,her body betraying any attempt at remaining calm. The promisesof seduction and introduction to submission danced throughher head sending a shiver through her body and a flood ofwarmth to her pussy. She is thankful for the trust they havedeveloped for this is the point when walking away is stillan option and without that.