I should probably state that I had never done anything even remotely like this before, all of my toys had been used by myself in the privacy of my own...home. I'm not a virgin but,up until this point, I had led the most repressed, vanilla life you could imagine. I look very all American, rosy cheeks, big eyes, nice skin - I look very respectable but underneath there's always been a deep need to be dominated and to be entirely submissive, a need that hasn't been met. I've always had a desire to be. Anyway, what's wrong with the way I'm dressed? I thought I looked like a gentleman rancher. At least I don't look like an oversized weight lifter."Myrna broke out laughing and we both looked at her."He's right, Thurman, in a suit you do look like an oversized gorilla. Your wife says the same thing, but doesn't want to hurt your feelings. I think Jon looks nice and neat. He does look like his grandfather used to. He wore the same type of clothes when he was a Senator, years ago."I was watching. Life was good and we now had a daughter and a son. My mom would still come over for a few hours to watch the kids while I worked. We needed the added income. About a year later I became pregnant with number three. For those who wondered why, we didn't use birth control because we wanted a large family. Roger and I both came from no siblings households. We figured we wanted either three or four kids.Roger was promoted to a middle manager position which really helped out financially. I gained. ” “Hey don’t take her drink away I’ll take it if she won’t” I said. He handed me the glass and I drank the bitter sweet liquid in one gulp. Bridget came back in a dress more presentable to the outside world. “Ready to go handsome?” she asked. “Aye, but don’t call me handsome” I said. She looked a little hurt by this but said nothing. Her house was farther from the edge of town then I expected. We hardly talked, at all. She was the first to strike up conversation. “You’re not too friendly are.