" Jolene looked confused."You don't even GET money," Pete explained. "He does, but you are totally dependent on him." So what do I do?" Jolene asked.P...ete shrugged. "What he tells you to. Clean house. Raise kids. Fuck. Whatever makes him happy."Jolene frowned. "Sounds a lot like they used to tell us marriage was -- but it ain't."Pete nodded. "It's more like it was a couple of hundred years ago. Without him, you're nothing -- nobody. Look, I could bullshit you, but we're short on time, so I'm. “ouuuuuuuuuchh Ohhhhh maa” she cried again “go slow it hurts”she said again in a whisper sounding like a slut, i put my entire body weight on her and started kissing her lips again while crushing her breasts i touched her everywhere, but in between she still kept on resisting a little finally when i felt her body shiver again and her breathing very fast, i looked at her with her eyes closed and mouth open her breasts falling and rising with her fast breathing she looked like a slut ready to be. " "They will not be upset by our absence." "Trust me." As they continued on to the other side of the mansion both men made small talk trying to keep her at ease. As they entered the room she observed that the walls were completely mirrored numerous candles were placed all over the room. The soft almost non existent lighting, allowed for the flames to dance and reflect their light in the mirrors. It was quite mesmerizing and calming to her. "This room is completely sound proof and unavailable. Shecarefully took my measurements, then we went shopping for gowns of my own,since I refused to wear my sisters. Then I began a rigorous schedule oflearning how to walk, use my hands, speak and so on. Five hours every day,plus my piano practice. Learning how to stand tall, walk with a smile,point my boobs out, and not look or sound like a total air head like somany of those other girls do. Mom and I worked hard, and as the day drewnear I seemed to calm down, and accept what I had to do. I had.