‘Please Mistress…please…’ ‘Please what little Johnny?’ ‘Please destroy me Mistress,’ John was whimpering. He could not think straight....Everything was distorted. He wanted this. He would do anything Vanessa asked. Somehow he was completely lost in the moment as his body trembled with Vanessa’s hand lightly caressing him through his pants. ‘This is true power little Johnny…I own you and before I set you free I wanted you to understand it was not anyone’s decision but mine,’ Vanessa’s hand came. She missed her husband. He was a good partner and decent man. Sandy loved him even though there were missing pieces to the marriage. Paul was not a warm person. Sexually, he was conservative while Sandy was several clicks off center. She knew she had a kinky side that sometimes surprised her and that Paul wouldn't understand. She kept her desires limited to her secret fantasies. Her son Tim was in his senior year at Carlsbad High School. He was the love of her life. Over the past four years she. .and she responded he was a little dorky, but also sweet and cute...and 20 years my junior. So I pressed on...”judging by what he said, sounds like he’s been very short on female attention, and could probably use a little help.” My wife blushed again...any doubt she had about where this conversation was going just ended. Her cautious and self-conscious side was screaming ‘no’...but her horniness and the alcohol was blocking that out. She said, “I couldn’t do what you’re thinking with him”...as. I will probably have to take another one of Debbie's sleeping pills. I always have trouble sleeping when my wife is gone. Believe me, you will NOT bother me, those pills knock me out cold, I chuckled."Ok Gary, I hope you can get some sleep," she said as she skipped off toward the dogs kennel cage.She fed them and played with them in the dining room area for quite a while, then stopped to say good night to me on the way out."You betcha k**do, and hey it was really nice chatting with you," I.