My newly introduced travel companion looks on approvingly.“Ces chaussures sont très commodes! Si simples... les pieds doivent être à l'aise.”Oh...sure.“My apologies, monsieur. My French isn’t as good as it should be.”“Ah … forgive me, Miss Helen … er … Those shoes look very comfortable, so simple and yet... they must be comfortable.”Slippers aside, I have the distinct impression that my suave travel companion is checking out my legs more than my footwear. I smile and remain friendly. It is that. The slave decided it would be best to gradually bring that in the picture at a later date. It didn’t quite know how it was going to do that but it would face that dilemma when it had to. Once the slave had finished the first reply it sent it to Master. It was not accepted as a suitable reply at first by Master but He was quite helpful with suggestions and once slave had fixed what needed to be fixed it was approved by Master for sending.A couple of days had went by without a response and the. She sucks every last drop out of me and looks up to say, obviously that load was hers, the next one I could have later tonight.Our fucking machine is set up in the living room with the huge bam strapon hanging from it. It is quite a sight. I grab my butt plug and some lube then set them on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I settle in to some television waiting for our guest. My wife is in the bedroom finishing up a few things when the door bell rings. My wife says answer the door even. But it was Debbie trying to steal my high.’ She grinned ruefully. ‘I never saw her again after that, until she came waltzing into our lives 10 years ago.’ She smiled, taking her husband’s hand and kissing his palm gently. ‘I kicked the habit because of her, because of both of you, all of you.’ ‘At first, I wanted to provethat I didn’t need her help to get well. Then I wanted to prove myself worthy of you. Boy it was hard.’ ‘You should have told me,’ he whispered in awe. ‘If wishes were fishes…’.