I recognized this -- we usedthis gear a year or so ago during one of her bondage sessions. In my mouthwas a big red ball secured by a strap around my...head. I shot her aquizzical look.She then took more things from her bag. What the hell was going on??? Whyisn't she undoing this stuff??? Out came red ribbon or sash like a beautyqueen in a pageant would wear. She held it up so I could see -- it read`Happy Birthday' in large glittery letters. I immediately thought -- who'sbirthday? My. Her naïve nature was such that she thought they could simply carry on from where they left off last night, same mood same passion but refreshed and ready for another bout of sex while she related her latest adventure. Isn't that what he wanted?"Anything happen with you?" he asked as casually as he could."Yes – do you want me to tell you about it?" she checked in a slow quiet voice.His heart was already thumping partly with anxiety at now knowing his wife had indulged again in sexual shenanigans. It is fundamentally a master/slave relationship made either willingly or unwillingly. The turn out will be renamed by her pimp - given a street name - and serve him for as long as the conditions last. In prison it is the same thing, except that the turn out not only loses what personal freedom he has left, but he loses his sexual identity as well. On the streets, a woman remains a woman, even though she is now a whore. But in prison he not only becomes a slave in every regard, but he now has to. Before my first day I went for a jog and happened to pass by a skate park. Him and his buddies were skating around. He really didn't see me at that moment. It wasn't until a couple of weeks later when we were attending the same fencing classes." Steph had to say it, "That's kind of cute." "Yeah well we didn't start dating until six months later." Steph kind of scratched her head and had to admit that was a long time, "Why so long before you two started dating?" Steph watched as Natalie sighed,.