Margaret was in the car when Jennifer called her. She had seen that Vignette was sleeping and now all that she needed to do was to take her baby boy home. She had considered that it might be really fun to let
“Is it true?”
“Yes, it is true, Jennifer. And I don’t know what you think of me or what you might think of me but Jonathan knew every f*****g thing.”
“How can you say that, Margaret?” asked Jennifer and Margaret sighed.
“Just because he is gifting you boots and leashes and licking your cunt does not mean that he is not the same bastard who raped you, and cheated on you in a public place, Jennifer. Just keep that in mind.”
Jennifer was not ready to be a Mistress and she was no where near the mentality where this kind of brutality or control was required but she knew one thing very
