Juice
by Aiko Maru
He never really thought about being alone until his parents died. His solution was a mail order bride from Russia, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, sexual, erotic, domineering and she was all his. His obsession with her, her beauty, the pleasure she brought him would turn the tables as he found himself the woman, the one owned, controlled, a doll to dress, pleasure, milk and lend out.