Maybe they do think that way; but I haven’t asked.”“Frances, did you never think about asking what I want to do?” he asked plaintively.“Of c...urse I did, but I decided that you would want your wives to make that call. That is what you usually conclude on any major decision. It is not exactly passing the buck, as the yanks say, but it is certainly awarding your wives the lion’s share of power over your life.”“But while I prefer to have you girls on board with any decision before I make it, I do. I was held in the Bay Area of Northern California. After being processed and sent to a holding cell, I was given a set of clothes, a towel and told to shower. After undressing, a guard gave me a plastic bag for my street clothes and said, "C’mon boy, follow me, time for your shower." We walked down a hall with doors on both sides. Passing a guard station with wire windows I used the towel to cover my cock since everyone inside was staring. I heard a few wolf whistles and one guard said, "Nice. But from what I could hear I would think you have her half round your little finger already. They really are super parents, you know.’ ‘Well, I did have to try. It’s handy to have parental approval if you’re whacking their daughter.’ ‘Don’t be crude. You should try to like them as personalities, rather than try to score high approval ratings.’ ‘That was a joke.’ ‘Was it?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Then come here.’ ‘I’m not going anywhere with your hefty frame all over me.’ ‘Hefty! My God you are rude. I. I heard footsteps rushing up behind me before I felt a work-roughened palm slide against my lower back, a shiver forced its way up my spine. He leaned his head down until his mouth was only an inch from my ear, ‘You look delectable Nikki… did you dress just for me or is there some other man that you have those gorgeous eyes on?’ A shock passed through my mind, I had never been called out before and I wasn’t sure how to handle it, my body wanted to stop in response, my mind racing, my pulse.