He always found some reason for turning it off, despite all her agonizing efforts to please him or the many clients he allowed to use her.Ann had ofte...n wondered about these clients. They always had eastern accents and looked almost like the characters out of old gangster movies. Max had some kind of dealings with them and she was certain it was not legal. He wasn't making all of has money on that store. It would have taken ten of them to support the way he lived. At any rate, this was none of. I was now beyond the point of ‘no return’; I could not stop even if I wanted to. He had me completely in his control.I looked down and saw his latex encased penis pulsing up towards the ceiling in excited anticipation. As my movements became more frantic, I knew that I could achieve an orgasm from the stimulation Gary’s fingers were applying to my clitoris. Suddenly, I wanted to cum; I needed to cum. I started humping more forcefully, moaning softly. I was biting my lower lip as my son. Annie took Amelia’s empty plate and then returned to take Jimmy who was asleep again. ‘Thanks, you are so good with him. I notice you are not afraid of your father.’ ‘Why should I be?’ ‘Well almost everyone else is, but not Tom or Ella.’ ‘Are you afraid of your fatherAnnie?’ ‘Yes, and my mother.’ ‘Have they every hit you?’ ‘Not for years. But I feel dominated by them.’ ‘Well, that’s something I can teach you – it’s called self-assertion. The problem is if I teach you it too successfully they’ll. He hit me with a suggestion for our Euripides section. That was a first. He was really getting into my body paintings. Anyway, he asked specifically if I could take something from Medea and develop it into a statement about the strength and power of women. That was something Euripides was really into. He’d written Medea, The Bacchae, The Trojan Women, and several other plays about the strength of women and in support of women’s rights.“Of course, I’m not your inspiration,” he said, still.