She dismissed the whole stream of thoughts for now, since, after all, marriage is a serious topic. She was still having fun with Bob, not ready to be ...ompletely serious yet.She struggled to straighten out the mat she had cut for her art.Bob, in the other room, smiled to himself after eavesdropping on her thoughts. Controlling sex was a trivial issue now that he could slip a new chain of symbols into her nervous system.He was satisfied with reading her mind at the moment. The time would come to. "Thank you so much, Mary. Lisa just knows I hate hospitals, after the past couple years. She'll be OK?" Oh, yes. They just need to get some blood thinners into her then observe her for a couple days." OK. Can you give me the room number?" He wrote it down. "Thank you so much." You're welcome. I ... I know how much she cares about you." The feeling is mutual. Goodbye."Fred hung up, thought a moment, then looked over at the secretary."Do you have the number of a Buffalo Florist handy?" Knock. How can I tell him about Kevin or what we did? How can I not and keep up the conversation? Maybe we should go swim! Wimp. You're just a wimp. Cat got your tongue? You cannot let him do this to you. Can you tell him that you're glad you didn't go to the Surf-n-Sand? You could just say it."Its only fair to share," he teased.Sheila was furious at herself for letting him make her defensive. I will do and say what I please. He does not have the right to corner me. I am a liberated woman and I do not. He is then ordered to take his cock to the kitchen and await further instructions. He is further ordered to drink water as much as possible. He waits in the kitchen groin throbbing. Soon he gets a call on the in house phone mistress says he is to cook his cock and balls and to call her when they are done. He calls Mistress yet again and tells her that the pitcher is empty and her dinner is cooled. She tells him to fix coffee and set down and have two cups before bringing the dinner.