I want him to see it and to remember. “Now lie down here on the kitchen table and spread your legs as wide as you can. A feeling of happiness overcomes me. Why do I just feel like a chain is wrapped around my own neck and I can’t swallow my toast? As I close the clasp of the bra behind my back, I hear Adam leave my room. Are they going to get a dog? “A dog?” I say as firmly as my slightly trembling voice will allow. His body presses against mine, and I can feel his hard cock against my ass and then between my legs. I don’t try to cover myself with my hands and let them hang down either side of my body, clenched into fists. He wants to touch me but is probably not allowed to. Will I feel what it is like to follow the one who holds the chain in his hand? Won’t you?” It’s not a question, it’s a command. I feel ashamed and can’t imagine doing what Pao wants.
