This was one factor in my response. Another factor was that I agreed with her that going all the way with this slave stuff would probably make for a b...tter experience for both of us once we did have sex. A third factor is that if I did use the safe word, then I would probably never experience that same feeling as 4 weeks ago. I absolutely had to try to re-create that feeling. In a way, I felt enslaved by that feeling but it was okay because my wife was right here with me and I know she loves me. I approached the group of women hoping she would be at least half as attractive from the front as she was from the back and slipped in next to my wife. “hello gorgeous” I said half out of guilt to my wife as I tore my cheating eyes away from the auburn beauty for a second to kiss my wife.“Rob meet Angela” she said as Angela held her delicate hand out to shake mine. “And you k now the rest of these ladies” I wanted to take her tiny hand in mine and kiss it softly and charm my way into her mind. All her gadgets, white goods and furniture seemed pretty new. It suggested, to me, that she liked to be in control and on top of things. Whilst in the hallway she asked me to remove my shoes, which I did. She then handed me the curtain rail so that I could get on with the job. It didn’t take long and she was very pleased. Together we then put the curtains up. “Would you like a cup of tea now?” she asked me. “Yes, please.” At this point she then came up to me, placed one of her hands on my. .. and that is why you see me crying."He quickly wiped at his tears with his handkerchief and continued, "It was nearly twelve years ago — it will be twelve years this September — when an event occurred which has changed my life forever. I was only five years old at the time. The event? A lovely luncheon prepared by Mrs. Carlson and served in the Clifford & Jamison conference room." He grinned — or tried to — and asked rhetorically, "How could that be such an event? Of course, Mrs. Carlson was.