‘See,’ he smiled, ‘you are positively glowing.’ Stephanie stared back at the reflection and hardly recognized herself. She looked relaxed, con...fident, beautiful and even a little mysterious. Stephanie walked slowly home and was actually disappointed to see her husband’s truck in the driveway. She slowly let herself in the door. ‘Where the fuck have you been Steph?’ said Trevor angrily, beer in hand. ‘I’m hungry, so what’s for dinner? Oh, I forgot, you are moving a little slower these days,’ he. ”I croaked, “Okay.”“Timmy ... Your father was a monster when I first met him. He enslaved women for the fun of it and then cast them aside when he was done. After I was freed from his control, he initially went back to that way of life, but the time we had spent together and my removal of his father’s controls made him realize how empty that life was. So when you look at your father and his army of servants, what you’re really looking at is me before I had you. And you have his heart, Timmy. He. Fuck. This was crazy!Each room had cameras. There was one under water in the outdoor hot tub. There was one in the family room from the mantel towards the couch. In the computer room from above the monitor. One under the desk there facing the chair. DAMN! Someone wanted EVERYTHING recorded here. Mr Waters was a perve! I love it. I did not even care he had tons of tape of me fucking myself. Of me violating their privacy. I did not care. There were even cameras in the room I was. It wasn't so much Lynn's words that were reassuring. An "of course I still respect you, honey," said in the wrong tone would have been worse than her just admitting that our relationship could never be the same again—that I'd forever branded myself a wimp in her eyes.But in everything she said, and even more importantly, in everything she did, Lynn reassured me. She kissed me with as much passion as ever—more, I think. She wanted to have sex with me more than we had since we first started.