The less fear I show, the less she will toy with me before getting thingsover with. One thing I've learned in the year we have been dating, themore y...ou show fear and beg...the more she twists the knife."I've been thinking about your request for a new maid to play with, anddecided to grant it for you," she says in a quiet voice. "None of youremember, but last week when your friends were over for the big game...I held job interviews for the position. Well actually, we played a bitof a. She had reddened at the thought. Not of touching herself, but of doing it at his suggestion, his command. Slowly and somewhat reluctantly, she had slid her hand into her panties. It had been even wetter than earlier. She had stroked her lips, inside her lips, her clit, her opening. She had felt very warm and floaty. Just as she was establishing a rhythm, he had then told her to go to the window. “Why,” she had asked. “For excitement,” he had said. She had known what he would ask next. She. "Who knows, Charlene, maybe you'll find some new friends who are just normal nice folks." I guess I should have known better.MARK'S STORYI still hadn't told Charlene why we were getting together with Joey and Deborah. I figured we'd see if we liked them before bringing up the subject of swinging. I thought Charlene would feel more comfortable and be her natural self if she didn't know the reason for the meeting.We arrived at the bar and found a quiet booth in the corner. It wasn't the "Ritz". He had repeatedly raped and physically abused her, then when he bored of her he sold her to his friends to treat or mistreat her in any way they wished. This treatment stopped when her uncle died. Dayna will never tell anyone that George was not the first man she'd killed. If anyone touched Jo again he wouldn't be the last either. Dayna's heart is as black as the clothes she wears, she didn't think any amount of love and good treatment could erase the horrors of her past.Today Dayna was.