The covers where I should lay are drawn down. I can see part of your breast as you stroke the bed. ‘Patrick…’ you say, softly, and I can see in ...our eyes that this is what you want. I turn away from you and slip my sweats over my bottom, then I sit down on the mattress to pull them off my feet. I lift up the covers and slip beneath them, giving you only a quick glimpse of my nakedness. I turn to you and your arms embrace me. We lay there facing each other as we kiss. Our legs mingle until they. One late winter night there was a knock on our door. It was the local police and they explained that there had been an accident and that my husband was dead. It seemed he was drunk and drove his car into a telephone pole. I buried the bastard and collected his 10 thousand dollar life insurance and moved back to Ohio where my mother lived by herself.I lived with my mom until I found a factory job that paid a fair amount of money. Megan and I found an apartment of our own. When I was working my. " Candy chimed in. "She sawme browsing through 'The Art of Discipline' and we struck upa conversation. The next thing you know, I was in the club.You can imagine what the initiation was like! I couldn't sitcomfortably for a week!"The women all laughed.I was still confused."So, you ladies meet here once a month and spank each other?"They all laughed again."Not exactly, Jack." Olivia explained. "You see, we always getsome authoritative male to be our `master of ceremonies'.Last month it was. He pulled his thumb free of the hot mouth, rubbing the slobber off on the slave's hair. "Yeah, I'll let the slut have a suck on the old cock. Let me know when you want to do the scene. Right now I got to get some restraints ready for that new couple from Pittsburgh." He stood up and refilled his coffee. "Pat, you should get that cockring off for a while or you could do some damage. I'm not telling you what to do but I don't think you want to really hurt him do you? Let me know when you're ready.