A few minutes later, a beautiful, blonde woman in her early 40s stands there. Naked. Her voluptous breast stand firm thanks to a plastic surgeon and a...35th birthday present by me. F-Cup seemed like too much at the time, but seeing them now, the decision feels validated. Her figure is not as slender as our Sabrina, but her curves still drive me crazy after 21 years of marriage. She jumps me and kisses me passionately.‘I missed you, you idiot.’ I grab her by her volumenous ass and. “You have exceeded any expectation I could have established. This world is harsh and demanding on any woman, much less one unprotected. You have quickly established yourself as my slave, an exceptional slave, that will be remembered in that city we just left. Now, we can begin implementing my plan.”His plan was stunning. He described the future he envisioned while eating. Between bites and chewing, he talked and explained, and addressed issues. She listened intently with little interruption. "Maggie was still taking deliberate breaths, deep ones. Her breasts rose with each inhale. "My dad's a plumber."What did that have to do with her injury, anything, or me? "That's nice."I helped Maggie into Max's office and up onto the examining table, one hand under each armpit. "Why don't you lie down? Now, where does it hurt?"Maggie pulled her shirt up and pointed to a spot low on her abdomen, below her belly button. "Here, just above my females."My palms were damp and clammy. Was I supposed. "Seriously, would you like to see how it feels," she insisted, "to be helpless, knowing the other person can do anything to you?" I nodded eagerly."I have to confess," she went on, "I have been wanting to try it on you. I like the idea of you being helpless for me."She stood me up, slowly stripping the clothes from me until I was naked, then took me over to her bedside cabinet."I got most of this stuff on a whim," she confessed, "never knew if it would ever be used, but I always had a fantasy.