Isaac's duty was done and Rebecca straightened her thick dress. Isaac buttoned up his trousers, ashamed of the lust that flashed over him at the sight... of Rebecca's reddened face and the insipid smile that hung over her cheeks and lips. Sometimes he wished that the Archdeacon would sanction the libido-reduction drugs that were surely within the grasp of modern science for the treatment of those guilty of improper thoughts. But this, along with the unmediated pain of childbirth suffered by all. We had a coffee and a chat and then he said he had to go off to do some chores but could we go to the hotel that night, umm ok i guess, so he rang the hotel and booked the lodge which is a log cabin set back about 100 yards from the main hotel, wanting total privacy of course, so while he was out i prepped my bag, i packed my leggings, fetish hood, boots, gloves, wetlook top, all my bondage gear and condoms etc.Around 5:30 he rang me and said he’d pick me up in his mini bus around 6:30 so thats. I felt I ought to escape from the situation but she was always kind to everyone and I wanted to help her out.Only a few days later a similar scenario unfolded. It was another early morning and Lisa called me into the copy room. When I got there she was seated on a stool with her shirt up around her neck complaining about a kink in her shoulder. "I don't know Lisa, I don't think I'm the answer here", I protested. "Just start rubbing, anything will help. I need your help Brian!". I meaded my. I know that sounds crazy to all of you, but you have to know that if someone quits fighting for something then that person no longer cares. I wanted a wife who wanted to fight, for herself, for me and for our marriage. But instead she sat across from me at the kitchen table looking down at her feet.I knew I had to get her involved again. So I got up and poured her a cup of coffee setting in front of her still wary about her throwing right back in my face; maybe she was playing possum. Instead.