This particular weekend, Karen came to visit with Jackie and me so she could “veg”. She and her boyfriend Jon had had a big fight and Karen wanted...to just get away for a few days. To help in this effort, Karen and I decided to spend a little time in my hot tub. Jackie was to be gone for several hours with her book club so I knew Karen and I would have alone time.As Karen and I walked to the patio in our swimsuits under our cover-ups, I noted her shapely muscular thighs. My thoughts were. I turn around just to find a athletic hunk sitting on the chair, with a diving watch around his left wrist. You recognize the watch immediately and realize that this guy is your master. Since he is sitting there you can’t tell his exact height but he must be at least 6 foot tall and you feel aroused by simply seeing his bulge. You start to imagine that huge cock banging deep into you before your thought is interrupted by his now suspicious voice: “Whoever you’re, if you don’t get the heck out. As I walked into my office, my handsome boss, Rick, said, 'Good morning, lady, and by the way Happy Birthday!' It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.I worked until one o'clock, when Rick knocked on my door and said, 'It's such a beautiful day outside, and it is your birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me.'I said, 'Thanks, Rick, that's the greatest thingI've heard all day. Let's go!'We went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally would go. He. She had always done wild and crazy things and had always won every bet she had ever taken. Thinking this latest one would be no different! The bet was that she had to go to the Rusty Dyke a notorious lesbian bar that had a reputation for catering to the meanest Bull Dyke's that one could imagine.She was to act like she was a young lesbian bottom and kiss the meanest of these women on the lips. The bet entailed only two things, one it had to be on Saturday night the busiest time, and two she had.