My eyes readen as thicklashes slide from my eyelids, curling slightly. I blink again, lusciouseyelashes over reddened eyes.As I park, I turn off my h...ater. I feel flushed, my cheeks and earshot. My small, soft hands pull at my shirt to fan myself. Chest hairfluffs away under the artificial breeze. A few are lifted free andstick to my shirt while others simply fall. Scratching at my chest withmy nails pulls more of the hairs loose.My tennis shoes crunch through the gravel parking lot on. Not unless you can give me a hint." You married?" Well, yes." Ever heard the saw, 'If momma ain't happy, nobody's happy.'?" Why, yes. I have. My wife does what I tell her to." My live should be so sweet," said Jack."Beat her regularly and you won't have that problem." She knows where I sleep." Ah." Absolutely no pity.So Jack explained, "My wife doesn't like it here, she wants to go home. The banker is from there and he can help." In that case, I'll ask him tomorrow when he checks in." Can't do. But tonight it will be different. Not so much different than their usual kinds of play, but how it will all come about.She decides that although he is her master and she his slave, in their own special way, she will design how the day will lead up to and into the night she wants to give him. Her master… A loose translation if you will in so much that very often he is control of the bedroom and what they do. That he is the dominate and she the submissive. That she will do what he tells her,. You haven't done a thing to bring this on, But still I find my heart is now your pawn. You've only been polite to me, it seems, So why are you so often in my dreams? You're a good friend, but how I wish it would Occur to you to be -- well, less than good. I want to find out how your kisses taste, To feel your arms come stealing round my waist; I think I want to have you strip me bare, From face and breasts right.