I want to be good for him, to submit to him. He's going to make me the perfect wife. My reward is that he gives me his sweet penis. He controls my dis...cipline and he controls my pleasure. I can't help myself, loving him and desiring him. I'm his slut."Nothing from Geoffrey. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing at all."He has a project you'll get to watch. He's going to modify my body, to make me thin and beautiful, and to give me a tiny little waist. You'll see video clips of my diet. Every week. He left to his meeting and I was looking around his office to see if there was anything to do. And there wasn’t so I closed the curtains and told Debby I would be taking a nap and if I needed anything I would go to her. I got comfortable in my dad’s couch. I started to take my shirt off and took my skirt off. Staying in my bra and g-string. I saw that my dad had a full length mirror in one of his walls. I started to walk toward it. Just by looking at myself in the mirror I could see that my. Then she began to trace her finger over Cait’s scars again.“Max?” Cait asked, wondering why Max had not completely covered her.“Do you mind telling me about these?” Max asked, tracing her finger back and forth the lattice of scars across Cait’s lower torso.“Isn’t it kind of obvious?” Cait queried, a note of frustration in her voice.“Tell me anyway?” Max implored her. Cait sighed.“There was an engineering accident while I was doing practical placement for my astronav degree. An equipment failure. The puppy was happy to see them, and Marty gave him a quick hug as Mary dropped the clothes in the washer with their still damp clothes from the night before. He joined her in her shower and helped her wash her hair. The hair he enjoyed washing the most wasn’t on her head.He had little trouble encouraging her to go back to bed with him. By the fourth position and the fourth time she came for him, he finally emptied himself in her. Marty assumed that coming in his shorts at the causeway was why.