David asked Lynn to dance and they were on the floor. Joanna and I danced most of the songs and all of the slow ones. After a few slow dances at the r...ght moment, I leaned over to kiss her and she allowed me to. I tried to be funny and keep some conversation going. She was very nice looking and I could not help but tell her."You are very beautiful." I complemented her again. Women liked to hear that, no matter how they looked. I tried to act sure of myself, even if I was not. I was nervous. Driving there I was thinking only of pleasing my dear master of sorts and wondering if I could actually do it. I wished terribly that he could watch me perform his assignment. I arrived at the hotel knowing only my submissive self, but in the elevator, something changed in me…something deep, dark and primitive. I knocked at the door and the older gent greeted me with hopeful eyes and bent down for a kiss and I turned my cheek and said, “Not yet, get on the bed” He excitedly ran for it, like a. She turned to the guy with a light handshake and said, ‘It was nice meeting you.’ He was a little perplexed, but responded in kind then got up to look around for another working girl to try to entrap. As soon as he was out of earshot, I whispered to her ‘That guy was a cop you know.’ She was not new to this line of work, she coolly betrayed no response whatever to my statement while whispering back ‘Are you sure?’ I nodded. Then she gave the other girls a sign of some sort. I have no idea. It was sex that was so slow to evolve in her mind.The first years of our marriage were filled with guilt for her. She never wanted to admit that she had desires, that she could or would get horny, that she would desire an orgasm; she often satisfied me and then ended our sex. Now, for me, I didn't have that background, I felt sex was to be enjoyed, that it contributed to a marriage, that a woman not only should have an orgasm every time but that she deserved it as well.During these years, if.