Nothing was said of marriage; there was an unspoken agreement that college had to be finished first. No relationship is perfect and we had our ups and... downs. A couple of times we fought and she moved out; we made up and she moved back in. I never knew for sure, but I thought it likely that during our separations she went to bed with other guys, but so what, my bed didn't stay empty either.In our last year Sandy started making marriage noises. What kind of wedding should we have, should we keep. I was escorted into the living room and told that she would be down shortly. I walked around the room again, looking at the pictures that I had seen the day before. Something was different. There was a picture missing. The surface where it had been was clean of dust. That was odd. Why would someone pick this time to remove a picture? “Hello Robert, how nice to see you,” Beckey said as she entered the room. I turned to look at her and was nearly struck speechless. She was. It’s a healthy attitude and it’s one that most people struggle with over their lifetimes. We’re complex beings. Our personalities are made up of many layers that often conflict. We all keep secrets without even trying. We understand that some things are inappropriate or hurtful to say, no matter how true they might be. I wouldn’t discount the absolutely random congruence of circumstance that brought you all together, but you hold them together. You developed a lot of maturity in a short period. The text dots indicating any moment the task she had to fulfill would appear.Her mind screaming, “Please hurry!” ADarkAngel: “Your task is simple.”ADarkAngel: “You will crawl to the kitchen with your vibe in your mouth as if it was a bone.”ADarkAngel: “Fill a bowl with water.”ADarkAngel: “Insert your vibe into your pussy on the lowest intensity.”ADarkAngel: “Lap up the water from the bowl as if you were worshiping the honey of my cunt.” Fuck.It was that.A recreation of the scene her Mistress.