She knew she was being difficult, but she was stubborn like a horse. ‘Has he accepted or declined?’ ‘He hasn’t responded and I doubt he will. ...Mark says he’s off in Australia surfing and probably won’t be home for another five months.’ ‘O.K., fine.’ Caitlin sighed and realized she was being a big baby, but it didn’t matter because he wasn’t here and she was. She was going to enjoy the rest of the weekend. Even though the wedding ceremony was unconventional to Caitlin’s tastes, the reception was. "Well you are in for a treat."So we walked up the driveway and into the front room. I could hear voices in the kitchen so followed Marion and saw her Mum, Janice, and another beautiful woman sitting at the table. Actually both women were beautiful, long dark hair, makeup perfect, the difference was Marion's Mum was dressed very casually in a T-shirt and jeans, whereas the other woman was in a classic little black dress.She looked up as we came in "Hi Marion darling." Alex, you look. “Keep it in mind,” she suggested.“Like I said I will, but I hate political intrigue,” I agreed yet again.All that crap just hung in the air for the next three weeks. During that time I visited Addie at her home. As usual she was full of kinky fantasies. They were at least as dramatic as hell.The storage building was started and finished the week after my visit to Addie. Since I didn’t specify painting, Ed informed me that our contract didn’t call for him to paint the building. He wanted extra. While Tiffany twisted and pulled at the slave’s cunt lips, John walked from side to side, hitting her with the bamboo, hard and swift, raising welts on her belly and the front of her thighs. She felt her drool and hot tears running down her neck, dripping off of her nipples, pooling on the concrete beneath her. John was counting out loud, his eyes locked on hers with each blow. “Thirty-one. Thirty-two.” Tiffany’s hand was up inside her now but she was barely aware of it. “Forty-four..