Again more time away from my family, but the money was good. It was the middle of our fifth year of marriage when I noticed that Robin and I were livi...g more as roommates than as husband and wife.We would kiss each other on the cheek before going to work or when coming home to the condo. No more warm hugs. No more Love You special endearments; just bye Honey see you later. Our sex life dwindled down to two or three times a month but even then the old passion wasn't there. It was almost like we. A dom guy saw the ad we had put out and called to check if we were for real. Realizing we were, he thought to hook Smriti and Kritikaji onto this community of high society doms who throw money away to get obedient slaves. “There are rules, but not many follow them too strictly,” he said, attempting to convince them to take it up, “and I’m sure the five lakhs a week minimum bid would hardly be a problem for you!” not realizing they were noveau rich and barely had any money left to afford. There's some hot stuff in here, but..." Come on, let's have a little sample." No Julie, it's my diary. It's sacred." Bullshit, Rach, a lot of time's gone by. Your Statute of Limitations has run out." Get real girl. For God's sake, you're an attorney. Cut the crapola will ya?"Inexplicably, I found my grammar returning to that of my collegiate level. Julie's too, for that matter."Come on, Rachel. Please. Pretty please." Alright, just a small sample. Then we go out, okay?" Yes, sure. Pick a sexy. But her inhibitions were again shattered.We had stopped at a grocery store and stocked up on liquor and groceries and headed to the ranch. Roger was driving Lisa's car. The ladies had uncorked a bottle of chardonnay and began sipping wine. About an hour later, we arrived at the ranch. It was up on a ridge in a grove of oaks, a beautiful setting. The ladies were already feeling no pain, having imbibed all the way to the ranch. Roger was sober. The house was really nice and well equipped. The.