Perhaps I could get the little darling another cone?" That would be wonderful" she replied. "Please let me give you some money." Please, no" I respond...d. "It's only a cone, plus it would be my pleasure to help" as I flashed the biggest smile that I could.I broke the eye contact as I turned to get back in line. As I looked over, "Mom" was standing and cleaning her daughter's little face, yet stealing an occasional glance my way.I finally placed my order, including a small cone, scribbled a note. 'Submissive' is what I am. It's not a role I play. Any time I'm not being submissive I'm playing a role. I don't know if any of you can truly understand... 'submissive' and 'dominant' are roles for you, Kelly, you too Harry, 'submissive' is definitely a role for you, Margo, while 'dominant' is more than a role but it's still not what you are."Kelly said, "Well, I'd ask you to let us know when we need to be more dominant but that rather defeats the purpose ... Margo, when you're home, why don't. Then I asked her how about we go out to someplace. Shreya was a homemaker and her husband was a very busy man. So she didn’t go out much. She was more than happy to go out with me. I went a step further and booked a honeymoon resort for a 3 days stay about 200 km away.We got to that place and kept our bags in the room allotted for us. Both of us got freshened up and were sitting. I was only wearing my boxers. Shreya was wearing a nightdress shirt and a track pant. I just looked at her and. ’ ‘Bastard,’ I wailed, flailing beneath him now, desperate for him to change course, to pay attention to my aching breasts. ‘No, I don’t think so,’ he said with a considering smile, pausing to gaze into my eyes. ‘I know who both my parents are, thank you very much, and they were most definitely married by the time I was born.’ ‘Luke!’ He laughed again, briefly brushing his lips over mine before working steadily downwards once more. ‘What do you need me to do, Becks?’ he murmured between.