My wife was silent for several minutes and looked at me.Do you want me to let him see my tits?, she asked. I thought a couple of buttons would be ok, ... replied. How many buttons, honey, she asked. What or how much do you want him to see of me? How about two buttons, I answered. Two buttons will show him most of my breasts, she answered. Is that what you want me to do? I think that two buttons will be fine, I replied.My wife then went to the ladies room, and returned several minutes later with. He climbed on top of me, and immediately started sucking on my tits. Hungrily going back and forth from one to the other. I was too naive to know what base this was, but any fear I had about going all the way was now gone. I moaned out, and ran my fingers through his hair. He loved it. Maybe he knew I was a virgin. Maybe not. Either way, he knew how turned on I was by him, and it made him even hotter for me.He wrapped his arms around my waist again, as he laid on top of me, and feasted on my. “Never seen you. You know the rules?” he asked. No, but I had an idea. This was a bondage club or something like it. I nodded and we were in.The inside looked like an unlit warehouse refitted with partitioned walls and decorated by a metal head, like one big warehouse building had swallowed a moody, smaller office building whole. Matthew pulled me into a dimly lit and blessedly empty locker room. “Take off your jacket,” he said, taking off his own.I disrobed with shaking hands. Nudity wasn’t. ’ ‘Those men owe you their lives. Their families owe you for their freedom. You fucking well can tell them that Destination Purity, whatever you think it stands for, nearly killed the only thing you had left. Whatever they stand for, they need to rein in the hate, before someone who doesn’t deserve it gets killed. End it here.’ Jahn set down the phone and walked away. Too caught up in his own anger and anxiety, he didn’t catch the speech between Donovan and his diminutive ex-wife, but whatever.