I found a priest selling blessings not farm from the tavern. He looked at me and motioned me over. "Come here boy, let me look at you."I said, "Father..., I wish to receive a blessing, but I have no money."He smiled, "My young one, we can always work something out for a blessing."I thought for a second and said, "Oh father, please, I would do anything for a blessing."He said, "Come over here and kneel in front of me." I did what he said. He then threw his rode over my head. I heard him say, "Boy,. He was confident, however, that this would work. He sincerely believed that Cara needed them too. Cara looked at Adam wearily. He wrapped the towel around his waist praying that she would not see him so hard for her. After Gabriel, she definitely needed a break. “You look like a little girl,” he teased, lifting one of the two braids that graced her shoulders. To Cara Adam looked like the child, caught with his hand in the cookie jar. She had seen what was beneath that towel. But, his beautiful. How many of the big man's servants knew and would talk, if the reason was right.Sixteen fucking years, and from the day of our wedding, as she was working for that bastard, she could have been putting one over on me. For at least fourteen and one half years the dead bitch had her cake and ate it too. She had me working my ass off like some prat and was fucking on the side and living like a princess in her secret life.Shit, that represents 9% of our time together that she was just mine, if her. Wordlessly, he simply tugged at her leach, guiding her on all fours into the cage. Even through her tears she heard the lock click shut.The week went by very quickly for Maria — primarily because she remembered so little of it. Each morning she would wake and have perhaps a moment or two of dizzy forgetfulness and confusion before she remembered her situation. Then her humiliation would wash over her, made very real by the tight confines of her cage and the leather straps around her neck,.