" Stop, it squirt," she reprimanded gently. "They all love you, and you know it. You devil, you're just eating all this up. It's more attention than y...ou or anybody else gets in a lifetime." Okay," I pouted."Don't say okay unless you mean it." Okay."She rose and gathered her sweater around her shoulders. "I gotta go study, hon." Leaning down to me, she looked back at the door to see if anyone might be listening. She whispered, "You get well. Hear me?" Okay." Because..." She licked my ear. "I. " So do I. That's why I asked. It could take us quite some time to fill the wagon. Though with your help, it shouldn't but I was thinking that you could run us out there then fly back and finish working on the cold alcove. What do you think of that?" It would be an interesting idea we could try but the fencing is just as important as the alcove. When I bring the first load back, we can try it then. If that is all right with you love." How can I argue against that? I just wander what other. .. Now it was all changed. Something else was going to happen. He felt the cock cage squeezing tighter around his penis -- so sensitive and yet so numb, after all the weeks of being locked up."Yes, Mistress," he replied -- and bowed to the floor, touching his forehead to the hardwood surface. His arms remained outstretched, and the jacket of his suit felt tight around his arms and shoulders. Still, he waited for Mistress Elizabeth's next command."Instead of our planned activities for this. ’ ‘OK.’ I went back to my bath. He had turned the water off, but bubbles and water flooded the floor. I grabbed a couple towels to mop it up. He raped me. He had never hit me. He wasn’t a drunk, and he didn’t abuse drugs. There had not been a good reason to call him a bad husband. Until now. I examined my hips. I was right, bruises were forming. They’d show up more tomorrow. After I cleaned up the mess, I called the sick line at work. I wouldn’t be in tomorrow, I told the voicemail. I have a.