“What’s funny?” She nodded toward my arm. “Your sleeve is soaked.” She was right; I’d rolled them up, but only to my elbows, and on the ar... which had been pleasuring her the entire roll and a couple of inches above it were thoroughly wet. Clearly I’d been so involved in her pleasure that I’d dunked my arm without even thinking about it. “So what? It’s going in the laundry anyway.” “How about your tie?” She giggled. I looked; my damn tie was dangling into her bath, the lower seven or eight. Finally we took a break.I said, "So Patti, What's the square root of 9?" 3, Why?" I knew it. You're probably smarter than me."Patti blushed."I don't know Jay. You seem pretty smart to me." So, are you a reporter Patti?" Yes, I was planning on writing a story about you." I knew it. Please Patti, don't write a nasty article about me until you get all of the facts OK?" What gave me away, Jay?" Well, I knew something was different about you, but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. When you. “Let me guess, you two are heading for Paris tonight,” one guy asked my husband. Behind every theater slut, there stands, in a dark corner, a dominant, controlling man. Men seeking time with them would do well to remember that. My husband told him our plans for the evening, not caring who overheard.My new best friend introduced himself as Ted, or Fred, or Red...fuck I don’t know. Did I mention that I was fully baked?“Damn you are gorgeous.” “Yes you are”, the others chimed in, almost in. ”“Of course Daddy says that we’re too dependent on each other,” the first takes back over. “But he doesn’t know what it’s like.”“That’s because Daddy didn’t want us to leave,” says the second.“I know right,” the first continues. “I don’t know what he’s going to do now that he doesn’t have our dicks to play with.”“Your parents are accepting of this?” Belle asks, butting in curiously.Both the girl looks at her with a smile. “Oh yeah,” the first says.“Well, at least our Daddy,” the second adds..