"On your knees." The steel in her voice let's me know it isn't a request. Next to her muscled body, so perfectly toned, I feel like a child. Kneeling ...own the feeling is compounded as I gaze up at her."During this time you are not my master. I am yours."I nod. "Yes Mistress Bitchcraft." Until I leave this room I am your mistress and your are a faggot. Say it!" She demands."You are my mistress and I am a faggot." My voice, normally stong and authoritative, grows timid.Above me Mistress. I want quality time and words of affirmation ... along with the physical connection - sex.”Reese asked, “Would you enjoy being a swinger?”Georgie studied Reese, and for that matter I did too. Here was my ex-wife talking openly about going off and fucking other men, or getting together with other women for ‘fun’ sex. She’d never have broached a subject like this when we were married.Georgie said, “I can appreciate that there’s a fun side to our sexuality. I see it in some of the children I see.. Understand?" I shook my head and he left. I put my guy clothes on right over this girlie stuff and put the huge shopping bag Alan just gave me in my luggage. Stacy and I went out to dinner and she went right to work. I went back to her place and was about to sit down and watch TV when I walked into the bedroom. I walked straight for my luggage and pulled out the shopping bag. I opened it up and pulled out the 2 bags and 2 boxes inside. I opened one bag first. I pulled out a long sleeveless. He thought he would have a long hot shower and then probably a snooze in front of the TV. Once again he found himself thinking of this hot girl that was in his house yesterday. Once again he found himself erect and decided that today he would have a slow wank and savour the thoughts of her. He had only been playing for a minute or 2 when he glanced up and saw someone stood in the bathroom doorway. Thinking he had the house to himself for the afternoon he had not thought he would need to have.