It allowed her mind to purge itself of emotions, memories, and responsibility that threatened all the time to overwhelm her. I understood this intelle...tually. But I thought it was just too kinky.“Tell me, Tony,” Sheila said as we chatted. “Exactly how is Wendy’s need for submission kinkier than your need for four wives?”“I don’t need four wives,” I sputtered. “They just kind of gathered around me.” I suddenly noted that she’d included Wendy as one of my wives. Had I thought that as well?“But. But as I said earlier, the men were getting stranger as the weeks went on.I'll give you an example that happened just two nights ago. It was afterdinner and after I had cleaned the dishes and put them away. The men were sitting around drinking when Sir called me over for the'evening activities' as he called them. By this time their favorite outfitwas for me to be in heels, panties, bra, and stockings. Of course the goldchain saying, "TOILET' hung around my neck. Oh, I forgot to tell you, one. While my government would not, hmmm, handle the issue out of hand, as it were, all is well that ends well and we hope that, perhaps, you think of us as friends. Who knows what the future holds?”“Who knows.” I agreed, then reached out to shake his hand. “Thank you. And my thanks to your superiors for letting you come to tell me. It is a great relief to hear that I have one fewer problem on my plate. If you should happen to hear anything about the Jordanians...” I left that hanging, asking, but. But she had too! It didn't matter that she was stuck in traffic now. The world around her didn't exist. She figured since the traffic had come to a complete stop she would just put the car in park as the other people around her were doing to conserve gas.The late spring weather was hot and muggy around her and the late days' sun was beaming through her window in on her, and the over shirt that covered her halter top was beginning to stick to her from her body sweating. She took the shirt off.