"You could have answered, told me about your dad." Why would I bum you out like that? Besides, only my dad could have given you the advice you whined ...bout." Maybe you're not so sweet," I jokingly complained."Told you. But you know those letters sort of fucked up my life." How... ?" I showed them to my friends, like proving you actually knew my dad and stuff, but they called me a liar and a bullshit artist and stuck up like my shit don't stink. I wanted nothing to do with them after that and. Off she went for her last dance as she said her feet were hurting. I checked fabswingers on my phone one last time, nothing happening again.As I looked up to find Bex was dancing with a black man. He was of course showing Bex a lot of attention. Bex kept looking over at me so I decided to get out of her view a little bit. I could see them but I could see her struggling to see me. After a little while she didn’t look over again.Bex by now was all over this chap and occasionally whispering in his. He didn't think he had ever come that hard before. When he was finally finished, he collapsed onto the bed next to her and they lay together, panting and basking in the afterglow of sexual satisfaction. She was making a noise that was probably as close to purring as a human can get. He stood up and grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom, handing it to her so she could clean herself up a bit and then he lay down on the pillows. When she was finished, she crawled over to him and kissed him. " I didn't know what to say, my mind swimmingwith the sensation of my cock straining in its cage, the plug firmly inmy ass, and the sexy feeling for being dressed and made up as a woman.She spoke again "Is my little woman ready to cook for her Mistress?Remember, please me and perhaps you'll get a treat for desert. Now, getin the kitchen, I expect dinner on the table by eight, sharp. Make surethe wine is chilled and open, and set five places at the table. I'vespent so much time getting you.