‘Pam, what kind of soup is this?’ ‘Bouillabaisse, ever have it before?’ ‘Nah. I am sure you remember when you were in school, my diet consis...s of the cafeteria food, McDonald’s or Pizza Hut if I have the money.’ Again she laughed at my banter. ‘You are very humorous, Chick.’ I began to relax and before long I found myself enjoying her company and conversation. Great food and great wine. I looked at her differently now. She was a person, not the unfeeling robot bitch I thought she was. I don’t. I watch her sway slightly. Then I raise her back up. Lower, higher. I jerk and she bounces against the wood. I do it again, jerking to bounce her. I shudder at my own pressure against the wood. The pressure and the ache intensify and give me an idea. I move us into a neutral position and get off, lowering Meri to the ground slowly. I ask one of the photographer’s staff to bring me my wrap from the dressing room while I walk quietly over to Meri. I rub her neck a little, and then I unclasp her. She had her favourite pair of red and black lace lingerie on, the panties cupping her round smooth cheeks, her light blue pencil dress that hugged her figure and gave her a passable cleavage, white heels that make her look sexy even though they squeezed her toes and rubbed her heels and she had barely got the hang of walking in them. She had done her make up too, as well as she could, a little eye shadow and a cherry red lipstick. Her stomach was aflutter with butterflies and she was nervous.. Sometimes she’s respectful, sometimes she’s tough. She’s always on top and always makes sure we both get off. On the rare instances when she sucks my dick, she bends at the waist and mechanically beats and sucks me to get me hard. I have never cum in her mouth. Once a year she grants me a wish on my birthday. My birthday wish this year, as it was most years, was for my wife to beat my ass and thighs good with the wide and thick leather belt that my father would give to my mother to punish us.