Never say a word.As far as I can remember, my crush on him started the moment Jodie brought him home. He’d not got his beard then, he was a clean-sh...aven 21-year old with short blonde hair. I like his hair like it is now; longer, shaggy, with the slightly too long stubble that he calls a beard. I think it makes him look like a Celtic warrior; must be something in my genes. It’s not the hair though, it’s the eyes. Women go on about eyes all the time. They’re either dark and brooding, or intense,. I needed to understand myposition and obey every order without hesitation, and ashamedly after allthe correction I had been put through so far I still did not fullyunderstand this.For now as I lay drifting and recovering I could feel the aches and soresof the past day. Mistress Janice as she had promised had destroyed my asswith her crop and fucked me mercilessly with a replica of Masters Penis.My pussy had been used raw and my jaw was still in agony despite havinghad the monstrous ring gag. I was sure that she had crush on me by the way the msge looked though she never expressed and I never forced to do that after a few days we stopped talking as she said that she is going away from Bangalore to her native and I wished her all the best and forgot about that as we were not into any relation but just a phone friend and we never even met and days passed by and one fine day I got a call again and it’s the same Rinutha so now we started talking and she proposed on the same day. I was. After the holiday, I began to truly realize that my marriage was broken and that I needed to go on with my life as best I could. Of course I was not going to say or do anything that might prevent me from seeing my daughter. Where was life dragging me? Did I have a future with this girl I was sleeping with? Did I really, truly love her, or was it just a bad case of lust?Most importantly I wondered if I could ever give of myself completely of my heart and soul and also come to cherish her like I.